Chloe’s pov
Orange light danced over the damp granite walls, casting long shadows across the dry stone floorboards. Lisa was still sound asleep on her ledge, wrapped tight in her wool blanket, her chest rising and falling in deep, peaceful breaths.
I sat on a dry blanket near the fire, pulling my knees up toward my chest.
Across the hearth, Ted leaned back against a smooth granite pillar. His dark hair was still damp from the freezing rain, his bare torso glistening in the firelight where I had smoothed the cool herbal paste over his raw, burned shoulders. The polished silver wolf fang necklace rested flat against his broad chest, catching the flicker of the flames.
"You should get some sleep, My Lady," Ted rumbled softly, his golden eyes scanning my face with quiet concern. "I'll keep
