Slowly, the ice receded. The plants returned to normal and the air was no longer cold but sticky and damp. Anya relaxed easily against Xander but this agitated her. Who was he to make her calm down so easily? Why was it easy for her to relax around him? He was the opposite of relief. Anya stood up quickly, brushing off the grass from her pants. "Where's Cairn?" Xander raked his fingers through his hair. "You seem to be spending a heavy amount of time with Cairn" Anya's brows shot up. "When you were gone he kept me company." "Well, now I'm back." "Why are you-" Anya muttered. "You unnerve me. I don't want to hear another word from you." He tilted his head. "Do you really hate me that much?" "It's not hate," Anya mumbled. "I don't know what it is." "It's fine," he stood up. "Cairn w

