Chapter 33

She quickly finished her jerky, wishing for a bit of water to chase it, but Ben hadn’t offered any, and she wouldn’t be so forward as to drink directly from his canteen. Instead, she made herself as comfortable as possible next to the fire and closed her eyes. She was still awake when Ben returned, but she didn’t look at him, even when she felt him standing over her. She listened as he settled himself, snoring within minutes.

It didn’t matter what Ford was accused of. It didn’t matter what he was actually guilty of. When the wolves started howling again, she longed for his solid body behind hers, his strong arms around her waist.

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