I can’t even tell you how utterly sick I am of sleeping in a tent and being caught in the shadow of that hairy oaf every night.” That’s the second time she’s mentioned him. “Did something...happen between you and Osrik?” I ask carefully. The flare of irritation in her eyes is withering enough to make my brows lift. “Me with that lout? Of course not,” she replies hotly. So hot that there’s another blush burned on her cheeks. Interesting.
