“Run back to the sleigh,” Renwick said. “Take the horses, it’ll be faster. Warn the camp.” “And leave you here to fight them alone?” Rua asked incredulously. “You are the King. If anything, it is you who shouldn’t be putting your neck on the line.” “And you are the future Queen,” Renwick said. Rua gaped at him. “If that was your proposal, it was terrible.” Renwick huffed a laugh, grabbing her cloak in his fist and hauling her to him. “Go get your sword and come back,” he said, his mouth colliding with hers in a scalding kiss. “I’d rather you fight by my side, anyway.”
