Page 65 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
Jasmine had been right about their small adventure out into the town. The people didn’t have much interest in Adorra now that the initial surprise was gone. She was still stared at but so was Jasmine, though her sister didn’t appear to be bothered by the attention. If anything, Jasmine appeared to be enjoying it. Whenever an ice giant child ran up, Jasmine would beam and wave at them… she even tossed a few waves at other people, as though she might have come to know some of them.
Adorra was able to forget she was even in an ice giant village if she didn’t look too closely at the people around her. They were just going about their daily lives. Daily lives that looked just like people back home. They were either shopping or hawking items on the streets.
But there was one set of eyes that couldn’t seem to leave her alone.
Mathar.
He’d been staring at her ever since their little spat back in the courtyard. He might be riding his own horse, but he was still managing to affect her body. It was hypersensitive whenever he was near. The damn thing wouldn’t forget their nights together. It longed to have him laying beside her once more.
Adorra groaned.
She had no idea what she was going to do with herself. One moment she was a strong woman on a mission, and then the next moment she was wondering when she might be able to get Mathar alone so he could show her more of these passionate nights that she’d waited so long to share with someone.
Turning in her saddle, she sent him a glare hoping he’d drop dead on the spot. Instead, he tossed her a lopsided grin in response.
What an ass.
“Can’t you ride elsewhere?” He’d been following her close, and it was pissing her off.
“I’m supposed to be your shadow.”
She grimaced. Great. She would never be able to get rid of him then. Glancing forward, she watched Jasmine and Dryden chatting like there was no problem in the world.
“You can be my shadow even with distance between us.”
She caught him shaking his head out of the side of her eye. Facing forward, she refused to look back at him. Maybe if she ignored his presence, she could forget he was there, lingering, teasing her with his very existence.
