Sia POV
“What the hell does he mean, Blerim?” I demanded.
“I don’t know what he is talking about, Sia. I have just conjured up a place for us to spend the night. I don’t conjure up many cabins, you know that. So I did this on a whim.” He blabbered.
He pursed his lips to regain his composure, but I could see the slight twitch in his eyes. He was calm and cool on the outside, but I know he hated it when I questioned him like that. He hated being accused. This was his version of being flustered, which I always found to be the cutest thing.
His blond curls remained in place. His suit looked custom fitted. His loafer shoes looked stylish but strangely comfortable. Regardless, who wears a suit to go search for someone in the woods? I almost laughed at how ridiculous he was, but that was also
