“We’ll set up camp at the lower part of the Vale.” I pointed to the map, showing Bezaliel where I intended.
“We’ll be farther from the game.”
I shrugged. “We’ll be closer to the fishing at the stream.”
“Fishing.” Brohm sneered.
“It is easier to come by and more sustainable,” I added.
“True,” agreed Bezaliel. “When do we leave?”
“The camp should begin breaking down tomorrow. Brohm, you’ll lead them to the Vale. You and I,” I told Bezaliel, “will take Leifkyn and Dayn to Hellamir for grain and barley.”
“And Tessa, of course,” he added.
“Of course,” I agreed. “She is our best liaison.”
“And you once said she would become a burden to our clan.” Bezaliel grinned as he folded the map on the table and handed it to Brohm.
“That was when you first brought her here,” I argued. “I came around.”
“And here you are, bringing another light fae beauty into the clan.”
My body stiffened while he and Brohm grinned at each other.
“I did not bring her here,” I argued. “Wolf brought her and now I’m stuck with her. The council has made their decision.”
“Which you heartily agreed with when they suggested she stay with us through winter.”
“It is our oath as beast fae to help strangers in need.”
“Indeed,” agreed Brohm, still grinning. “Especially pretty ones.”
“Just what are you two getting at?” I demanded, arms crossed.
“You fancy her.” Bezaliel shrugged. “It’s not a sin. She’s quite fair.”
“Very fair,” agreed Brohm.
A growl vibrated up my chest, and I realized it wasn’t because of their teasing but because I didn’t like them noticing howfairJessamine was.
“Lord Redvyr?” Bes’s soft voice drifted through the tent flap before she pushed inside the council’s tent where I often met with my men. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Jessamine followed Bes inside, and my entire body locked tight at the sight of her. Dressed in a gown and fur-trimmed cloak made for a beast fae female, one that highlighted her alluring figure, I could do nothing but stare. When I noticed that the other two males were doing the same, I snapped to them both.
“You two may go and prepare as I told you.”
“Yes, Lord Redvyr.” Bezaliel was practically laughing as he exited the tent with Brohm following.
“I will go and work on your gloves now,” Bes told Jessamine. “I don’t work as quickly as Mama, but I promise to make them beautiful.”
“Thank you, Bes. I know you will.”
Then we were alone, and I was still struggling to breathe. She turned to face me, arching a brow at my silence.
“You don’t approve?” She glanced down at herself.
“Why do you ask that?”
