She’d found a shirt and was working her legs into a pair his close-knit guards. They were meant to prevent chaffing when wearing the hide and metal armor. The guards were knit so they shrunk and expanded with every wash and wear. She found a wide belt, also a part of his armor, and tightened it until it accented the curve of her hips under the baggy shirt. When she was done, she made the bed and sat to wait for him. In all that time, Byron had only worked his way to sitting up.
Elle didn’t get nervous about her revenge decision until Byron took a knee. His eyes were locked on her. She decided she probably miss stepped. He probably wasn’t as fond of her as she was of him. She wasn’t his lifeline. He didn’t need her to survive or sleep at night the way she needed him. Even with her brother,
