Page 29 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“Mathar Mor’ie.” It, of course, had a few growls thrown in there that Adorra was unable to pronounce, but it rolled off the tongue nonetheless. “Now that we are on a first name basis, perhaps you could untie these restraints.” She suggested as she turned slightly and presented her tied hands to him.
Mathar snorted. “Sometimes you humans confuse me, but other time you just make me laugh with your jokes.”
Her brows drew down over her eyes, unamused by his comment. “Fine.” She stepped closer the rocks under her thin slippers poking her delicate feet. They’d been dillydallying enough. She was eager to see if what he said was true. The hope of seeing her sister again drove her forward.
He leaned over the side of his horse, reached down and grabbed her under her armpits and yanked her up off the ground and onto the front of his saddle. They didn’t immediately take off, but she waited patiently anyways.
Something heavy landed on her shoulders.
“What’s this?” Adorra asked as her head jerked away from the sudden weight over her shoulders until she realized it was just a fur. Her brow furrowed as she twisted her neck to look back at Mathar.
“It’s about to get a lot colder where we’re headed, and I know your sister would prefer to see you alive rather than frozen solid.” He leaned against her for a brief second to gather up the reins, and then wiped his horse into a gallop.
Adorra flew back into Mathar’s chest as the horse surged forward. A warm fuzzy feeling grew around her heart. He may be nothing more than an ice giant, but he was seeing to her basic needs, like her comfort.
