Jem pov
I woke up in the middle of the night warily, looking around. Aislyn exerted herself so much last night that I told her to leave it be tonight. But here I was, being woken up because of the crunch of the sticks outside my tent made me wary. Was she really out there trying to sneak by herself?
I laid there with my hands clenched together, breathing through my nose as I listened. Was she going to come in here or seriously try to sneak out without me? I looked at my hands, my eyes have long gotten used to the dark in the tent, and remembered last night as I heard the crunching of the feet. So far, if it was her, she was staying right there. I could still feel the sting of the sword when I caught it by the blade, and the fire in her eyes when she scolded me. I could still fee
