Amara’s pov
I got out of the stream, setting my bare feet on the grass as I wiped my palms over my body to get rid of the excess water.
I pulled the gown over my head when I was done, wore my underwear, and grabbed my sword bringing it closer to me while sitting at the banks waiting for my hair to dry.
I pushed my fingers in my hair running them through my scalp and down the locks to check how far it has dried when another twig snapped and the presence of someone else grew stronger.
Okay, time to hide, I got off the ground and raced towards the thickets, ducking and hiding under a bush with my sword held close praying silently that no one would find me.
But my prayers were unanswered.
The intimacy I felt as familiar fingers wrapped around my ankles was overwhelming. I hadn't noticed
