Arrow Lake Jol

A stranger in a strange land.

River’s gaze appraised him, flickering with an unspoken sympathy. I get it. His nearness brought forth a flush of warmth she felt even in the winter chill, despite the fact that they had not touched. She could almost imagine what it would feel like to have his figure, like sun-warmed steel and sand, pressed to her side…

She was afraid to dwell on her wants. Nothing she’d ever wanted had worked out for her.

Hunt with me, she said then, her voice soft as if telling him a secret.