“You are welcome to set up your bedrolls anywhere you would like,” Sorin answered tightly. “And if I want my bedroll next to hers?” “Anywhere else.” “You are not going to sleep next to her,” Callan hissed between his teeth. “You do not give me orders, Prince.” In the glow of the fire, Scarlett saw Callan arch a brow. “Don’t I? Are you not a general in my father’s armies?” The half-grin that tilted up on Sorin’s mouth made Scarlett hold her already shallow breath, but Eliza appeared by his side. “Sorin will sleep next to her for the same reason she rides with him, your Highness.”
