Lidia woke up feeling great.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and—
Oh, right.
The knight still hated her.
She barely had time to stretch before she felt it—that burning, seething, soul-piercing glare directed right at her.
She cracked one eye open, only to immediately regret it.
There he was.
Standing by the horse, tightening the straps on the saddle with unnecessary force, his jaw clenched so hard it looked like his teeth were going to snap.
And his eyes?
Murder.
Pure, undiluted murder.
Lidia quickly looked away, suddenly finding the dirt on the ground extremely fascinating.
Oh wow, look at that tiny rock. What a pretty rock. Such an interesting, not-at-all-threatening rock.
The knight huffed aggressively—a sharp, disgruntled sound that made her skin prickle.
She was pretty sure if she met his gaze, she would spontaneously combust on the spot.
But could she really blame him?
No.
