And I'm not a damsel.
"Of course you're not," he teased with a smirk. "But I like calling you that. It suits you when you're blushing like that."
"I'm not blushing!"
"You are." He taunted.
"I'm not!"
"You definitely are." His insistance was insane.
She huffed and quickened her pace, walking close to him, sword in hand, trying not to stumble as they weaved through trees and over uneven ground.
"Where are we going?" she asked, quieter now, concern creeping back into her voice as she glanced at Heappal's pale, unconscious face.
"To a physician," Sebastian replied without missing a step.
"You know your way around here?"
There was a pause, then he answered, "Trust me."
She stared at his back, at the broad shoulders burdened by a man he had no reason to help. Her fingers curled tighter around the sword's hilt.
"Trust you?" she scoffed, though her voice cracked slightly. "A bounty hunter?"
