Maximus 

She marched ahead of me like I hadn’t just peeled her from the jaws of rogues and every darker thing in the forest.

Ungrateful.

Her scent was off. Not scared. Heated. Flustered. Fighting something she didn’t want to name.

So was I.

She opened the cabin door and practically threw her bag into the corner. “If you snore,” she snapped, “I’m using the pillow to smother you.”

“I don’t sleep much.”

“Good. Then you won’t ...