Storm Watch Butte Give me liberty

Castel’s steps slowed as he neared her, his amber eyes narrowing slightly. He did not rush, his body moving with languid steps, taking his time.

He stopped a few paces away.

“Tu sabes, the desert’s a tough place to be wandering around in, hermosa,” His voice was warm, as if lit by a brazier. A hot and sharp whip.

“Shouldn't a pretty girl like you be somewhere... safer?”