Chapter 87 - 89
Avara POV
The gravel road stretches like a quiet vein through the forest, its coarse surface crunching underfoot or tires. It leads to an open clearing, where the caravan rests at the edge of a tranquil lake. Moonlight dances on the rippling water, casting faint silver glimmers onto the caravan’s polished exterior. Surrounding the lake are tall, shadowy pines that frame the scene.
When the car stops, I climb out but I keep my elbow on top of the roof as I survey my surroundings.
"It’s a lot more... open than your last place."
I glance at him as he climbs and closes the door behind him.
"Like hell I was gonna get another visit from Botan’s inquisitors."
I struggle to brush away the sting. He takes out my luggage and carries it to the caravan with me following in tow. Inside the air carries a faint scent of wood and leather. Soft golden light from overhead sconces bathes the interior, reflecting off brass accents and the smooth varnish of wooden cabinets. Plush seating wraps around a compact dining table. He rolls my luggage under an open area just big enough to occupy the suitcase and gestures to the double bed at the far end.
"You can take the bed."
"What about you?"
He flicks an intrigued glance at me. "That an invitation ?"
"And how would that look?" I throw back.
"No one needs to know about us but us," he counters mockingly