Sharing The Night 2

Lara barely hesitated. What choice did she have? Sleeping beside a man was nothing new to her.

On her last mission, when her father sent her to rescue his trusted aide, captured by that general, and imprisoned in the island prison of Fengsel, she spent three nights under the open sky, shoulder to shoulder with her father's men, wrapped only in a thin sleeping bag. She had learned to ignore the closeness of bodies, the scent of sweat and leather, the rhythmic rise and fall of breath in the dead of night.

"Alright," she said, her voice steady.

Agilus, standing beside her, grinned. "Then can I have your mat?"

Lara shot him a glare that could have split a boulder, but in the end, she tossed it over.

A gold ingot. That mat was nothing.