Why did he just tell her that?
She fell silent.
"Are you done?" He asked, trying to breach the uncomfortable silence.
"How is that even possible? I'm not a wolf." She whispered.
Not a wolf? He never felt like that when he was around her. She was just… Claire.
He heard the rustle of fabric and a long string of unladylike curses.
When she was done, she just walked past him.
That was what he wanted, wasn't it?
He followed quietly behind her, watching the swish of her skirts.
When they reached the carriage, Andon was spreading out a picnic blanket and laying food on it. The guards had dismounted, leaving their horses to graze the field.
Were they stopping there? When would they reach Glenwood if they encouraged all the setbacks?
"What are you doing?"
Andon looked up from his work.
"Preparing a nice meal. This is long past noon and we've been travelling without a break. I'm hungry, and I believe Miss Stenly is as well."
Both men turned to her, their eyes expectant.
