Selene woke up to the smell of smoke and the faint twittering of birds. The early morning showered the interior of the cabin with soothing rays.
She rubbed her eyes as she walked outside where the smoke was coming from. Archibald was at a makeshift firepit, roasting rabbits, skewered on thin tree branches.
“Good morning,” he beamed a smile towards her as greeted her whilst rotating the rabbit sticks above the fire. “You’re right on time. These will be done in a minute.”
She was taken aback for a while, unsure of what to do after what happened last night. For one, Archibald has proven himself to be genuinely concerned about her wellbeing, on top of everything else. But he also showed her how he can disregard her will if it meant she would be safe from whatever danger he perceive
