Chapter 48

“Get on top of me,” Rhobart said.

“Excuse me?”

“It will get even colder, and we will have to share body heat. I would gladly shelter you with my body, but my arm hurts like a motherfucker, and I don’t want to bleed all over you with what is left of my blood.”

Ayla snorted. “I see you are better. And to think I was worried about you.”

“It’s because of the tea you forced me to drink,” he said and put his left arm under her waist and dragged her to him until she was half on top of him.

“I don’t think it is wise for me to sleep in this position. What if I accidentally hit you in my sleep?”

When she had bad dreams, she often thrashed in her sleep.

“I have seen you sleep many nights. You barely move.”

“Not if I have nightmares.”

Rhobart was silent for a moment. “You never told me what they were about.”

“Things. Yours?”

“Also things. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Always,” Ayla said, and she felt Rhobart’s arm tighten around her.

Ayla put her left palm on his bare chest, put