As we walked back toward the tent, the midnight air was cool, but the heat coming off the three men walking with me was unmistakable.
Noah stayed close to my left, his arm occasionally brushing mine, while Fenric walked on my right, his eyes scanning the shadows with a sharp, protective intensity.
Thalor followed a step behind, his eyes fixed unmistakably on the back of my head.
When we reached the flap of the tent, I stopped and turned to them.
"Okay," I whispered, my voice dropping as the reality of the sleeping arrangement hit me. "No kicking. No 'accidental' rolling over. And if I wake up to a wrestling match, all of you are sleeping outside tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?"
Noah grinned, already taking off his vest tunic with a wink. "Don't worry, little tiger. We'll be on our best behavior. Right, boys?"
