Chapter Eighteen
After another day in the saddle in the dry desert heat, Brea’s arm throbbed beneath the cauterized flesh. It felt tight and hot, and she was restless.
“I thought I perturbed you,” Brea muttered when Lochlan carried her into his tent.
“You do that quite well, Lady Brea. I’ve asked Lewis to make you something to help you sleep.”
“Can you ask him to make an AC unit for the window?”
“We don’t have windows in tents. You’re such an odd girl.” She thought she heard laughter as he laid her on a bedroll for the night.
“No blanket.” She shoved his hand away. “Too hot.”
“Today was a hot day. It will get cooler as we approach the palace.”
“She still awake?” Finn ducked into the tent.
“Unfortunately.” Brea groaned at the pounding in her head.
“I have some medicine for you fro
