Mason stood and watched the boys head back to the camp until he felt they were close enough to be safe. Turning back to the cave, he took a deep breath and prepared himself. He pictured Ilona laying naked in their bed and a quiet groan slipped through his lips. That was going to be hard to turn down.
Because of his injured wrist, Mason had to push the pot of food inside awkwardly before climbing in after it himself. Once he was in, he looked over at the bed and found it empty. Ilona had moved and was standing beside the fire, nearly dressed. Mason's face fell as he watched her.
"You're not naked," he sighed.
"I'm not," Ilona smirked in amusement. "I heard enough of your conversation with my brothers to know it would be a waste of time."
