The forest is the roughest place to be, especially at night. The air chilly, cold. We set up a bonfire, better yet Rage did. Damian was having a healing run, not that it would do much, but for his relief. Rage stood a distance smoking his cigar, while Lucious was tied beside me.
I could tell the awkwardness around. After his love confession, he should be more open to me, maybe a hug or a kiss, but he was distant. Maybe regretting why he shouted that, revealing his weakness to the enemy—especially Lucious—wasn't a wise decision.
“What are you thinking?” Lucious whispered, and just his voice or breath was enough to ruin my day.
“How to make you eat dust, what do you think?” I whispered back. Rage's eyes shot at us, but I kept my mouth calm before he could spot me talking to Lucious.
“When are you going to tell him that you belong to me?” he whispered again, making a little noise, and that was enough for me. I picked up the hot firewood secretly before Rage noticed, placing it on his alr
