Evadne
I pull down the hood of my cloak as we cross the threshold of the tavern. The stench of alcohol, sweat and male pride and lies knock into me with the force to make my stomach clench.
Astrea hangs close and every time her shoulder brushes mine, a jolt shoots down my spine. She's tired, freezing, and instinctively keeps in my shadow to take from my warmth.
Her breath catches on my cloak.
I pretend not to notice the way it curls heat into my stomach.
We've ridden hard these last couple of days and perhaps it'd be a better idea to take her straight home. To my home. But it was all the way across Ebonheart and I didn't really trust Lucien to not have her shot down if we went to the castle.
Hence, the break in our journey.
It's freezing cold outside and huddling close in a cave or against the equally freezing horses is no longer a viable option.
