Page 33 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“It’s nothing.” Adorra brushed it off.
“It isn’t nothing. The ropes rubbed your skin off.” Mathar glanced up at her. “You never said anything.”
“Truly, it’s nothing. Don’t fret over it.” She tried to brush him off looking uncomfortable with the direction of their conversation.
“You should have told me,” Mathar growled. If she’d spoken up, it could’ve prevented him from causing her harm. Now he might have to face Dryden’s wrath. Not only that, but a slow build of guilt ate at him. He may not be fond of humans, but it didn’t mean he was used to harming women. It wasn’t major, and it would fix itself in a matter of days if not sooner, but it was still something he should have thought of when he’d bound her wrists. She was a lady of the court, and her skin wouldn’t be used to such rough fibers. “Next time something hurts you, you tell me.”
Adorra bobbed her head up and down, wagging the loose bun behind her head. “I will.”
He released her hand and took back the bag of dried meat.
They sat in silence staring at the fire as it joyfully ate away at the massive logs Mathar had placed in the pit. He was enjoying the silence… and it wasn’t too bad with her by his side. He was sure there were worse women out there. Adorra was quiet and sure of herself, which was a nice change from some of the women he knew and their wagging tongues.
Mathar remembered all the chaos Jasmine had caused when she’d plummeted into the river of freezing water and continuously tried to get back to her sister. He shook his head as he glanced over at Adorra. Thank goodness Jasmine’s sister wasn’t taking a nose dive into any rivers. Unlike Dryden, he didn’t take pity on stupidity. If Adorra ever dunked herself into a river, he’d probably let her flail around until she succumbed to the freezing water.
