Damien disguised as a warrior to sneak into the pack.
He was resourceful and clever enough to get anywhere, so it didn't surprise her.
Grabbing his hand, she stepped out of the shade, her witty eyes first surveying her surrounding to see if anyone else was coming before she led him to the lake she normally swam in.
Water was a natural noise canceller. The only place no one could eavesdrop on their conversation.
Paddling to stay afloat, she bit down on her lower lip with a forced smile, "Forgive me, but I haven't made any progress at all. The walls, they're too high and the guards are always on alert."
"Axton Wolfe's Shadows are also a problem. I'm incompetent, I know. I'll do better before the three months you give me are over."
The man, however, said nothing and simply reached for her face, slowly tucking the wet hair clustered to her face behind her ear.
Relaxing into his touch, she subconsciously nestled closer to him.
