Tales of the cave

Riordan grabbed her shoulder and punched the socket back into place. Freya screamed with pain and staggered back with a hiss.

“Your shoulder was out of place.” Riordan said, cool as a cucumber and strode past her. Freya glared at his back, livid. What was this?! She was so embarrassed she could die. The mate bond was messing with her head, how could she forget he was the enemy?

He hit a high whistle and a few moments later, his horse came cantering back.

“Good boy.” He ran his fingers through the horse’s mane and she pointedly looked away from those fingers. She hated those fingers, she would be sure to break them before she killed him.

He climbed atop his horse and glanced back at her, extending a hand.

“Come here. Your horse got away.” Said Riordan.

“You jest.” She deadpanned. “You can’t possibly be proposing I share a horse with you.”

“I am.” He replied.

She saw it then, him behind her with his arms around her. She would breathe him in with every breath, feel him against her b