The crackling fire casted a warm glow across the clearing, its dancing flames a stark contrast to the dense shadows that encircled us. Sebastian's soft snores were a comforting lullaby as he slept beside me, his tiny frame curled up against my side.
Erik sat by the edge of the fire, his eyes never leaving the bound rogue who was now coming to his senses. I watched as Erik's fingers idly traced the hilt of a knife, a silent promise that he would protect us at all costs.
"The moon goddess has a twisted sense of humor," Erik mumbled, his gaze flickering towards me.
" Maybe she just wants to test our strength."
“Well… it's been a hell of a test. I think I failed.”
I stifled a chuckle, understanding the mixture of emotions he felt. “Oh, come on, you didn’t fail.”
He grunted in response,
