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I chuckled humorlessly as I checked my legs to see dried blood and a mostly healed wound. “Looks better,” I said, tying his T-shirt back around my thigh.
I slipped from the bed, feeling the soreness in my feet from my rough journey yesterday in the Dark Woods.
Tucking my hair behind my ears, I glanced up at him staring at me. The scowl on his face wasn’t a surprise, but the fact his eyes were zeroed in on my peaked nipples definitely was.
Heat blanketed me from head to toe.
Unable to stop my insecurities, I folded my arms over my chest, knocking him out of his gaze.
With a tightened jaw, he gestured his head toward the door. “Go.”
Sighing, I wobbled across the room and out the door. A gentle breeze brushed my hair off my shoulders and brought in the scent of food.
My stomach grumbled, which made me laugh. I hadn’t thought about food for days, not since I woke up in the Dark Woods, thinking I was dreaming.
The door shut loudly behind me.
Kellan started across the courtyard of the hotel and toward the main road. I hurried to keep up, feeling the same familiar feeling of being watched.
Kellan’s long strides were hard to keep up with, but because I was stubborn, I pushed past the pain and quickened my pace.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked.
Kellan sighed heavily. “I don’t know.”
I lifted both brows at him. “You don’t know? My hero doesn’t know where he’s taking me or how to get out of this hellhole. That’s freaking fantastic—”
He chuckled humorlessly, and the deepness of it rumbled my chest. “I’m not your hero,” he said, stopping to look down at me. “I’m here because your father begged me to be. I’m here because Deidamia needs to be stopped. I’m no hero, Josephine. Remember that.”
The intensity of his gaze settled low in my stomach. Too low to be considered butterflies and low enough that I felt it in my thighs.
“Correction, big guy. That does make you my hero. Regardless if you were paid for it or not, you’re here to save me.”
He huffed under his breath, his gaze moving around the hotel behind me and then toward the road. “We need food. There is a farmer’s market close by. Keep up.”
He stalked off like the big, giant anti-hero that he claimed to be, while I scurried after him.
I chuckled to myself. “Would you rather me call you my anti-hero?”
He didn’t answer, like I expected, but adjusted me in his arms. I watched my ebony hair hang over his arm, and sadness settled in my stomach. “How are we going to wake me up?” I asked. “Maybe if I ran at myself, my spirit would go back inside?”
Tilting his head to the side to see me, he gave me a look that certainly said he didn’t agree with that theory.
I didn’t see him tossing out any ideas.
We walked for what seemed like forever before the farmer’s market came into view.
He halted, walked down into a ditch on the side of the road, and laid my body down. “Stay here. I’m going to go get us breakfast. Don’t leave for any reason. Do you hear me?”
Irritation flooded me. I tilted my head to the side and blinked at him. “Does it look like I lost my hearing in the last two minutes?”
Kellan turned on his heel and marched up the hill.
I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him like I did my dad growing up. Sitting down beside myself, I leaned back on my palms and inhaled all of the food.
What I would do for some of Miranda’s breakfast casserole and French toast.
Smiling at myself, I heard a soft whistle to my right.
