Chapter 223. Abbas

HUNJI

I pulled Morgan up onto the horse behind me, I really didn't think this through. She scooted up behind me, her arms snaked around my waist and her front pressed to my back snugly. I took a moment, closing my eyes and inhaling. Wishing I hadn't when the smell of manure burnt my nostrils. But her soft body pressed against mine was doing things to me, making me think of things that I shouldn't, and my wolf was encouraging the thoughts.

I shook the thoughts from my head. Reminding myself that one: I had taken an oath. Two: She was not mine. Three: She was too young–a nine-year age gap. Four: She was a virgin and had to remain that way or she would lose her gifts. Although I can't see how being able to communicate with the dead or raise an army of dead could be seen as a gift. Not one that I would want to, anyway.

"I can't believe you covered me in horse shit," I heard Morgan grumble behind me.

"Be thankful you don