Chapter 10: Uncomfortable Proximity
(Garrett's POV)
"What do you think you're doing?" Eliza gasped, her body tensing as I swept her into my arms.
I kept my expression neutral, refusing to acknowledge the way her scent—moonlight and healing herbs—invaded my senses. "Helping you. With that ankle, you'd take half the night to get back to the South Den."
"Put me down immediately," she demanded, her ice-blue eyes flashing with indignation. "I can manage perfectly fine on my own."
"You can barely stand," I countered flatly. "And we don't have time for your stubbornness."
Her jaw clenched, that familiar defiance I remembered all too well surfacing in her expression. "I don't need your help, Garrett."
"I'm doing this for Grandfather's sake, nothing more," I cut her off, my tone clipp
