Chapter 74: Vera and Dreck
When the gates groaned open, and the flood of rogues and commoners poured into the Bloodfang stronghold like a tide of desperate, hungry starving wolves... ’they’ sneaked in too!
Vera tightened her grip on Dreck’s arm, her nails digging into his sleeve.
"Relax,big mutt" she hissed through a smile that did not reach her eyes. "You look like you are about to piss yourself."
Dreck’s jaw clenched. "Easier for you to say! It’s my head that’s at stake! Because this is insane.If anybody sees me like this..."
She rolled her eyes and adjusted the borrowed shawl around her shoulders...(stolen to be precise) from a merchant’s cart two miles back. It was cheap, frayed at the edges, but clean enough to pass as humble.To cover the scars and wounds that could deem her ’dangerous’!
"Just follow my lead,big guy" she murmured, scanning the crowd. "And for fuck’s sake, smile like you are happy to be here."
Dreck’s attempt at a smile looked more like a snarl.
Vera sighed. " Not good enough! Come let me help you! "
Vera suddenly stepped into Dreck’s space, so close he could feel her breath against his skin. His pulse spiked as her fingers slid into his hair, rough, tousling the dark strands like she was molding him into something presentable.
"There," she murmured, her voice dropping into something low and teasing. "Now you don’t look like a scum."
Dreck rolled his eyes, still scared, clearly out of place!