you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Yeah, it probably was. She regretted not having the chance to kill the bastard one day. A fool's hope, she was no fighter. Together, they walked along a little further. Not covering much ground of this cold Northern territory. She'd yet to get a tour of the place, and she didn't think she'd get that tour today, either. Already she could feel the toll their gentle place was having on her body.


She may have jested, but she truly didn't understand why Oleander had done it. She supposed He hadn't known her worth at the time, or lack of it. When she teased him, Wilder tensed and she almost laughed. Huh! She'd scored a hit, found a weak spot. She'd have to dig harder there. She might have done so then and there, but he bared his teeth at her and she instinctively braced for the blow, flinching back. She knew loose muscles took a better hit and let herself sag. But she forgot how injured she was, how much she was leaning on Wilder and tumbled down in the snow.