(Serial) WT Chapter 42

Routed

(I can draw again! Poor Char. Seems something’s….going on.)

The gentle lapping of water around the beaver lodge became a spring-fed pool in her dreams. Joaquin sat on a smooth rock near the edge. His hands moved over the straps holding his leather armor in place, undoing them.

Char stood frozen, her heart racing. Shame and guilt washed over her, moving wi…