Kaida
I sat on the horse blanket and hugged my knees to my chest as Jace moved around with the practiced ease of a man who had spent more time living under the stars than sitting in fancy pack dining halls. He butchered the boar and arranged it on a spit he had quickly built from sticks. Now and then he turned it over the low flames and glowing coals. The aroma of roasting pork made my stomach growl with embarrassing hunger. Beside me, Maggie was almost drooling.
She had not said a word about the creek. She didn’t need to. The look she gave me when I came back to camp, flushed and freshly washed and carefully not looking in any particular direction, had said everything. I was still feeling it. She wordlessly handed me the green dress, and I quickly tugged it on over my clean shift.
Jace
