Not to mention my boobs aren't going to fit, but poor fitting armor is better than no armor.
I wipe the green blood off it and my hands on nearby sand before folding the surprisingly flexible material and shoving it into my pack.
Not much, but plenty to keep me going for long enough to find another hunter. I glance over at Drasuk and refuse to include him in my ration calculations. The big idiot can take care of himself, regardless of our truce.
Besides, he doesn't seem concerned and isn't snatching up weapons. I glance down at his claws and over to the tail I'mpretty sure would wreck me if he swung it my way. I guess he's his own weapon.
We can be together and still fend for ourselves. It grates against my training, but he isn't my responsibility.
As I stand up, I feel Drasuk's eyes on me. "What?" I snap, my patience wearing thin.
"You're very resourceful," he says, his tone almost admiring.
I roll my eyes. "Gee, thanks. Now let's get out of here before more of them show up."
We leave the area, transitioning back out of the open desert with almost no cover and back into the trees, where I breathe easier.
Soon, we're moving quickly and quietly through the forest. The uneasy alliance between us holds, but I'm still on edge, my senses sharp and my dagger ready.
As we walk, I'll admit to feeling a sense of relief that his hulking form is here with me, even if I'll never admit it to the annoying jerk. For all his bluster and arrogance, Drasuk seems to be a capable ally.
Maybe once I get my feet under me, I can convince him to beat it.
We walk in silence for a while. The forest is dense, every shadow a potential threat, but with Drasuk by my side, I feel slightly more at ease. His presence, as irritating as it is, is useful.
All my waffling on his utility is another layer of annoyance, this time with myself.
There's also the irritating fact that having him this close is doing things to my lower regions that are making the latex-like material of my pants really irritating to have on at the moment.
My body is telling me all kinds of wicked things that I'd usually be completely on board with, but not with him. I try to think about that bouncer at the club, but I get caught up in wondering if he helped them throw me in a van.
Then I'm right back to thinking about Drasuk and how much I'd like him to say something clever again. I mean, I hate it, but it's hot.
I don't know what the fuck I want right now.
Ridiculous.
Suddenly, Drasuk breaks the silence. "You smell better again. Why is that?" he rumbles, his voice low and curious.
The question throws me off, and I can feel my cheeks heating up. "I don't know what you're talking about," I mutter, trying to sound nonchalant.
The truth is, I do know. The scent, the arousal, is because of him, and it's infuriating.
Drasuk chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that sends another unwanted shiver down my spine. "You can deny it all you want, little one, but I can smell it. Your body betrays you."
I clench my fists, anger flaring. "Just keep your nose to yourself," I mutter, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
This is the last thing I need right now.
"Very well," Drasuk says, his tone amused. "But if it becomes a problem, do let me know."
I glare at him, but he simply rumbles out a taunting sound and continues walking.
The silence stretches again, but this time it's filled with a different kind of tension. I try to focus on our surroundings, on fucking staying alive, but my mind keeps drifting back to Drasuk and the confusing feelings he stirs within me.
I let out a breath. "Hole in rear."
"As eloquent as always," he deadpans, and I brush past him in a huff.
