“What a horrible thing.”
“And you thought I was the most horrible,” I joke.
She throws me one of her deadly glares. It’s obvious we all breathe easier after leaving the forest behind. Only Antony and I know the kraug will be waiting for our return—perhaps better prepared. After a while we spot the beginning of the Blood Wraith camp. Elara tries to rise in the saddle to get a better look. She stretches her neck and struggles to keep her balance.
“Sit down, for f**k’s sake.”
“You’re exasperating,” she replies. “I prefer Antony, no doubt.”
He winks at her.
She’s the exasperating one, not realizing that with every movement she manages to make some part of our bodies touch. I don’t know what bothers me more. Elara and her heat, my body for its reactions, or my mind that constantly reminds
