Forbidden Bond: A Velthorn Tale — Chapter 9: The Merchants

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Mikhail shook his head trying to clear the tiredness from his mind. Bakuul had slowed from a brisk trot to a meandering walk after Mikhail had felt that they were far enough away from those guys in the stand of trees. He wasn’t sure what they had been trying to do but he knew that it had been of an evil nature. His instincts had told him that. He had quickly gotten back to the campsite and woken Anora. She had protested riding Bakuul again, largely due to what Mikhail had done the day before. Something that he now hated having done. The goblin was already skittish as it was. Mikhail breathed the cold morning air deeply, in another effort to stay awake. He stopped short though as he caught the scent of Anora’s red curls. They had a warm and homely smell.