“Fine.” The word comes out sharp, almost exasperated.
I beam at him, secretly pleased with my victory. “But you have to keep guard,” I instruct him as we make our way down the hill. “Make sure no one attacks me while I’m vulnerable.”
Something flickers in his expression at the word “vulnerable,” but he nods. “I’ll stay by that tree. Yell if you need anything.”
The stream is perfect—not too deep, with a gentle current and smooth stones along the bottom. I test the water with my hand and shiver slightly. Cold, but not unbearably so.
Lucian positions himself next to a large oak tree, his back carefully turned to the water. For a moment, I marvel at his broad shoulders, the way he holds himself alert and ready despite the relaxed pose.
“This is going to be nice,” I call out as I begin unl
