บท 29: Chapter 29: Duchess

After the hawk screeched, Heldon just barely got his pants back up, and Tival just barely got in another kiss before he slipped and camouflaged into the forest.

“You dropped your waterskin. A bit distracted?” The approaching guard’s smile was as slick as oil.

Heldon just picked up the waterskin and led Midnight back out to the camp. It wasn’t any of the guard’s business and he was riding too much of a high to really care what anyone thought. He wouldn’t take the beaming smile off his face for a hundred horses.

They could have a future together.

That was, of course, if they could cure the werewolves, the shapeshifter, erase his mark, and figure out what the flower was all about.

The sun had dipped behind the trees and streaked the sky, a menacing crimson slashed with orange when Heldon untacked Midnight. Even though sailors loved red sunsets for the good weather they’d bring, to Heldon it was a bad omen.