Chapter 13: The Red Hoods Are Coming

Dawn broke brightly over the tent. Willow squinted against the glare. She looked over and realized that she was pressed against Garin's back. They must have moved together sometime during the night as if attached by a magnetic force.

Part of her didn't want to leave. There was something fragile and tenuous between them here. Their families didn't seem to matter. Who and what they were didn't matter? It was just them. The few minutes she had spent alone with him had been more electrifying than the many years she had spent with anyone else.

The initial danger that she had felt when they first met was gone. Perhaps it would be the death of her, but she found she didn't care. Sitting beside him last night, almost kissing him, made her feel more alive than she ever had. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature of him that so drew her to him. She knew that nothing good could come from it but here she was, playing with fire.

She peeked outside of the tent. It was light enough for them to get