Chapter 74

Rhae had surveyed the camp a few times on the back of Diavel. He seemed agitated but wouldn't talk to her about what he had seen behind Aynyra's tent. Since then, neither of them had spotted anything unusual. Even Ambrose's Fae senses hadn't picked anything up.

Rhae decided that it was enough and flew back down into the camp to sit outside of Aynyra's tent, keeping watch until she woke up.

"Did Diavel say anything else about what he saw?" Ambrose asked, climbing off his Draekon to sit beside her.

Rhae ran her fingers through her dirty and matted hair, trying to pull it away from her face. "No, he has refused to talk to me since," Rhae whispered staring at Diavel, whose head was snapping around at the smallest sounds, searching the treeline for movement. "He needs to rest, but I don't think he will now that there might be a threat."

"You need rest too, and a bath," Ambrose chuckled, covering his nose.

"So do you!" Rhae laughed, lightly shoving Ambrose.

Ambrose stood and held out his