Cedric assisted Ayra to climb up the horse that was prepared for them. Though he could go over there by telepathy, it would cause him to loose an extra amount of powers immediately. Unless the situation was urgent and severe, Cedric didn't use his powers of shifting from another land to others.
Cedric sat behind het, held his precious woman in his embrace. With other free hands, he fisted the horse's rope and made only verbal comments instead of whipping on its back,
" Norst Cemetery."
Ayra started feeling little uncomfortable in his embrace. At one point, she began to doubt that he was holding her on purpose. His chin rested behind her shoulders and arms groped her waist from both sides. Eyes kept laying on the road ahead as he imposed an aura of dominance. He was breathing just beside her earlobe that tingled her entire skin.
Ayra felt numb in his cage. After a series of heavy breathing, she scowled weakly,
