13
Red
I ran from Blair’s tent as if it was on fire. Because it was. Maybe not literally, but it was. The heat she brought up inside my core was too much to handle.
Lennox fell into step with me. “How is she?”
“Impossible,” I snapped. Suddenly, I halted and told him, “Gather some of our best scouts. I want to patrol the forest to make sure no more sea elves are hiding and waiting to ambush us.”
“Yes.” He turned to leave, but when I continued toward my tent, he stopped. “Aren’t you coming?”
“In a moment,” was all I said.
Without giving Lennox another thought, I entered my tent and started pacing, my mind reeling, my feelings too raw to handle.
Why, oh, why did I feel like I had no control around Blair? Why did I say things I shouldn’t? Why did I touch her at any opportunity? Why had
