章 388: What Could a Poor Man Do? 

Fafnir put her down and made her stand against the pillar and then covered her around her with his arms. The moment he did that, she froze in her spot. Tucking a strand away from her face behind her ear, he whispered, "This is the only way to protect you, otherwise I might have to kill those guards. Brace yourself." 

Tabit had a second to brace herself when he tipped her chin up and his lips came crashing down on hers. Before she knew, his tongue slipped into her mouth and a moan escaped which she realized was from her. He had covered her from all sides with his arms and wedged a thigh between hers and then… the world faded. Surrounded by his brine smell, she tasted his hotness and… garlic. Yuck. 

The only way to save her at the moment was by surrounding her in his smell and acting like two lovers in the chaos. 

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Alina growled as she passed them, smelling mint and garlic. "There is a war going on! Get out of here!"