Aveline shifted carefully, just enough to confirm that the "stick" he had so proudly displayed the night before was definitely not what she was sitting on now.
It was not a stick.
It was, alarmingly, much more like the "snake" she had encountered earlier.
Theron gave a strained sound when she moved, still perched on him, still making the situation far more unbearable.
His hands clamped around her waist. "Stop moving," he said through gritted teeth.
Aveline only then remembered that he had fallen from a considerable height. He had to be hurt somewhere.
"Are you injured?" she asked, leaning closer, one hand moving to his head as she checked him with concern.
He held her firmly by the waist, leaving her little room to shift, and in trying to look after him, she had only ended up far too close, lying over him as she studied his face.
Then she felt... the unmistakable reaction beneath her.
Aveline's fingers paused on his ear. Her heart gave a small, unhelpful stutter.
