Chapter 248: Camping in the snow (2)
Arawn wouldn’t stay all night. He had his own tent to return to because of decorum. They shouldn’t be alone at all, but that was lost on Evanna after travelling with mostly men.
Evanna knew the others would realise soon enough, if they hadn’t already, that Arawn would stay with her until the first signs of light. Somehow he managed to always wake up on time and in between the men switching their shifts. After healing Ronan’s injuries, the men wouldn’t allow her to go on watch. At first, she disliked the idea, but then she realised how her sixth sense would wake her up anyway if there was any danger nearby.
Settling further into Arawn’s embrace, the pair’s breathing started to deepen into sleep. Whereas on the opposite side of the small camp, the tent remained awake with whispers exchanged. Garrett had opened the flap to his tent to find Fiza side-lying on his furs, hand on her hip, as she smiled at him like it was totally normal for her to be there.
"*Get out*," he ground out, removing his sword and furred cloak to the side. His overly large form made Fiza look tinier in such a cramped space.
"*Really? Are you sure?*" Fiza purred, letting her hand caress her thigh, lips twitching slightly in victory as Garett’s gaze moved to her body, where it was mostly on show from the way she dressed, almost hypnotising Garrett on the spot.
Kneeling and crawling slowly to where Fiza was, watching the victorious glint in her eyes, Garrett smirked, his own twinkling in amusement. Reaching out, his large hand, almost the size of her face, caressed her jaw, his face closing the distance to hers. He stopped inches apart, fingers now holding Fiza’s chin in place.
"*How many times must I reject you, fae? Even this.. is embarrassing,*" Garrett smirked, releasing Fiza’s face before collapsing onto his back and sprawling out.
Fiza rolled her eyes before crawling on top of him, smacking his hands away from where they began to pull her off. Garrett’s strength was three times more than hers. If he wanted her off, he would. Like the times before, Fiza grabbed his hands and guided them to her waist, and she leaned forwards.
"*How many times will you lie to yourself?*" Fiza whispered before caressing Garrett’s face, trailing to his pointed ears.