Leo lay in the back, his head resting against a sack of grain, his legs stretched out. But he wasn't alone.
Belladonna, the Bandit Queen, was draped over him like a heavy, expensive blanket. Her head rested on his chest, her raven hair spilling over his shirt.
Her arm was thrown across his waist, holding him tight, as if she expected him to vanish into thin air if she let go.
She wasn't wearing her bandit leathers or the regal gown from the feast.
She was dressed in a simple traveler's cloak, but beneath it, Leo could feel the soft curves of her body pressing against him.
Walking alongside the cart, silent as a ghost, was Shadow. She wasn't wearing her usual black leather armor. Instead, she wore a simple grey tunic that did nothing to hide the athletic, tight body underneath.
Her veil was in place, hiding her scar, but her eyes darted around, scanning for threats.
