IT HAD been around two days and things had not become gradually better. My companions were clearly distasting each other, and the warriors that came with us painfully ignored it as if their animosity toward each other did not always make the woods become even more suffocating. Two days of Flint and Sawyer mocking each other, belittling one another, throwing murderous looks, and even snipping at every little thing one did like a little kid.
And yet, I was still fairly sure that both of them were fated for each other.
I did not know if they were the ones who could not see it, or if I was wrong, but seeing the chemistry between them and how they actually could not spare one second without glancing to see the other one, I knew there was something between them.
Sawyer was too powerful of a w
