CHAPTER 22

ARTHUR

There were only a few things that Arthur enjoyed thoroughly in his life - fighting, unleashing Bash and running around with his pack, spending time with his mother and now this... This, the way this incredibly tiny human was wrapped around him, this, the feel of her body, the scent of her hair, the soft but firm grip of her hand on his arm, this was something that now precedented everything else in his life.

Mila's eyes were closed and she had her head on his chest. Oh, how much he wanted to jump from this horse, tear away the armour and clothes that were a barrier between them, and make her his own. But it has to wait...

"Maybe longer than you think!" Bash's sarcastic voice rang in Arthur's head.

"Oh, shut up," Arthur growled.

Mila's head jerked up and she blinked at him. "But I am not speaking," she looked offended.

"Oh, not you," Arthur couldn't help but smile affectionately at her.

"What then? Are you talking to Tony?" Mila narrowed her eyes.

"I thought you were raised bet