It has been a week since the group has left the small cottage and Eliana’s ankle is only getting worse. She can barely walk on it now.

“Are you okay,” Jasper questions softly as they pack up their camp.

Eliana tries to ignore the heat emanating from his body. She swallows and glances up at him. “Yes, I am fine.”

His brow twitches with confusion, but he leans back. “Allow me to carry your bag. Your ankle cannot hold much longer.”

Pride fills ...