ITHRA

I relaxed on the tree and finished off the remains of my roasted meat. 

I couldn’t lie. Zadok was one hell of a cook. It made me wonder just how many things he excelled in. 

My eyes raked over his sturdy back as he stood watch a few metres away from me.  He felt my gaze and said without glancing back, “Done having dinner?” He stated.

“Yes, thank you.” I find myself replying. We shared a moment of silence before I spoke again. “Do you plan on staying there all night long?” 

“Someone’s got to keep watch.” He answered with a shrug. “You can go to bed.” 

I resist...