By the time we stopped my legs were a complete and useless mess, and I plopped to the ground with such a lack of grace that I ended up skinning my elbows. I was so exhausted I didn’t make a nasty statement when I saw him sneer at me in amusement. He didn’t look anywhere as tired as I was, but there were bags under his eyes and his muscles were still tight from stress.
“Tomorrow I might just have to throw you over my shoulder to keep you from killing yourself on a log,” he teased as he stacked wood and pulled a flint out of his pocket.
I shot up and put my hands in front of the wood before he could strike it.
“What are you doing?” I asked with wide eyes.
I watched as a smirk appeared at the edge of his thin lips.
“Keeping us warm,” he replied as he struck the flint, his eyes widening to match mine as his smirk grew into a grin, and he tipped from his crouching position onto his ass.
I glanced over my shoulder before looking back at him.
“Won’t it attract people?” I asked.
He chuckled to himself as he ran his hand through his hair. “Smell the air, how much smoke do you smell?”
I blinked at him. “There’s smoke in front of me, of course I smell a lot of it.”
“Walk a few yards out, then see if you can determine where it’s coming from,” he replied with a nod over my shoulders.
I looked down at my shaking hands, and I felt the trembling in my legs.
“I believe you.”
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