Today marked the fourth night that she had camped out with Tiamat and his men but somehow tonight felt different.
Maybe it was in the way that Tiamat was looking at her now, he had not spoken for the past hour just sat there glaring at her and brooding in silence.
They both huddled near the fire for warmth from the cold night air.
Earlier Tiamat had tossed one of his wolf fur pelts around her shoulders when he heard her teeth chattering from the cold.
At twenty one years old Fiona already felt she'd gained enough wisdom about the world to speak her mind, and the fact that this grown man was hesitating perplexed her soul.
The bright flames from the fire flickered across his face, making him look dark and more mysterious with the interplay between light and shadow.
His dark amethyst eyes all but glowed with savage intelligence as he continued to stare, making her nervous about what he planned to do next.
