The forest was always quiet like this.
Most people thought it was peaceful. Calming. But that was the biggest lie ever told.
What the silence meant was that everything that should be making noise had gone still. Birds were never quiet unless they were scared. Trust me on that.
So, when those noisy little peeps were quiet, it usually meant something bigger was nearby—something the rest of the forest didn't want to piss off.
Right now, that something was me.
I didn't bother to check if the two men were keeping up. If either of them got themselves killed, that wasn't my problem. Well, I didn't want to make it my problem.
My issue was that the very idea of one of them getting caught in my trap sent my stomach rolling. Fuck, I think I caught the same thing Aunt Hattie did when she met the Sins for the first time.
Did I seriously have a crush on a man who spoke only a few words to me? I wasn't that much of a blonde, right?!? *Waiting online for answers*
