BRYN
I took the long dagger that Amira left for me and taught me how to use. Carefully stepping towards the entrance to my tent, I kept it ready. And when I moved the firm fabric and put it to the neck of my unexpected night guest, he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me closer, almost making me cut him.
“I suspected that you are into some rough games, Ryn,” Alistair chuckled, “But let a man inside first!”
My cheeks flushed but I held my hand firmly. All those lessons of my assassin friend did not go to waste after all.
“What are you doing here at this hour?!” I raised my brow and only now noticed how his eyes wandered around my nightgown, which was actually Eiryn’s and quite transparent…
“What can your fiance be doing at your tent at this hour?” he smirked, “Think, Ryn, think!
