Page 53 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“Tomorrow?” Adorra whispered.
He nodded.
Her heart thundered in her chest. She was about to see her sister! She couldn’t help her excitement. Finally, something was going right in her life! Soon, she would be able to see her sister and bring Jasmine back to safety. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for her sister, and she was going to rescue them both.
The sunset fully casting them in darkness except for the flickering light of the flames that danced gleefully before them.
“I think I’ll get some rest.” Adorra hedged.
“Feel free to use the tent.” His eyes never left the flames dancing joyfully in front of them.
Rising, Adorra headed over to the tent. She paused at the entrance and cast a look back over at him, but he was still sitting in front of the fire. Perhaps he didn’t intend to join her any time soon, but she wanted to fall asleep so tomorrow would come quicker, so she wasn’t about to wait up for him.
Adorra pushed her way into the tent and quickly laid down on the furs covering the ground and wrapped herself up tightly in her own furs.
She waited, but still, there was no sign of Mathar. Maybe he didn’t plan on sleeping in the tent after how she’d reacted the last time they spent a night in the tent. She was sorry for screaming like an idiot, not because she’d been scared, but because it was the only way she could punish him.
Eventually, sleep overtook her with the promise of the next day, and she eagerly allowed it to wash over her.
Adorra stirred in the middle of the night and turned over in her sleep as she kicked a leg restlessly. When her eyes cracked open to see if Mathar had joined her, she was surprised to find the spot next to her in the tent empty. It looked like Mathar had decided to sleep outside the tent.
She rolled over onto her back as her nerves shot back to the forefront. She was going to see her sister tomorrow, and she had no idea what she should expect. Her sister had to be traumatized out of her mind. Adorra just hoped it wasn’t too late for her to help her sister.
She heard the crunch of snow outside the tent as someone walked around.
It had to be Mathar.
Then an image of the mountain cat flooded back into her mind. No. She shoved it away. Mathar wouldn’t let that animal near her. If he wasn’t in the tent, then he was nearby outside.
The tent entrance moved, and she held her breath as her eyes searched the dark. Mathar shoved his way into the tent, a hand holding up the tent flap, the moonlight backlighting him and caused him to look like an intimidating shadow come to release her life from her body.
His frame was massive, and she was amazed he was even able to fit in the tent, and then something had her cocking her head to the side. There was something about his shadow. Something familiar.
Then there was the sword at his waist.
“You killed my husband,” Adorra whispered harshly as she stared at his shadow in shock and horror.
Mathar froze. Then he cussed, spun on his heel, and left the tent leaving darkness to surround her once more.
Adorra slowly sat up as her eyes remained glued to the front of the tent. He hadn’t denied it or asked what she was talking about. He’d only cussed and stormed off.
It could have been another giant. His massive size wasn’t limited to him. All giants were larger than a human, but he still hadn’t denied it. He’d cussed and left, which meant he might be the killer… or not.
It’d been a shot in the dark. A thought that had found the power to be uttered on her lips.
Disbelief washed through her. Had she really just been kidnapped by the same man who had killed Edmund?
She needed answers, and she needed them now.
Darting to her feet, she wrapped a fur around her body, knowing the cold air outside was going to be a shock. Bracing herself, she burst through the entrance of the tent and into the cold mountain air.
Ignoring the cold, she glanced around but didn’t find Mathar… or his horse. He’d left her!
“Damn you, you coward!” She screamed into the dark night hoping to hell he’d heard her.
Storming back inside the tent, she wrapped herself back up in as many furs as she could find.
There were so many questions flooding her mind, and he’d left her with absolutely no answers. Maybe he wasn’t the killer, but he might know about the murder.
