“Oh, shit!” Milan was roughly awoken by Melba’s call. He giggled as he crawled back inside the cloth chamber, taking his robe along from the ground. After all, he still had to wear it. Owen just took care of hiding the underwear and the scarf.
Melba opened the door and took a deep breath. She walked to the side of the cloth chamber, eyeing the apprentice farmer as if scanning him for anything inappropriate. When she sat down, the two guests had arrived as if on cue.
Boris listened to Melba’s warning, but he was more shocked to find the other person in the chamber. His eyes flickered before rubbing his head. The sheriff placed a basket of food in front of the cloth curtain. “I personally came to hand you your share from the boat’s load, Divine Bride. I also… I also thought of asking for help… to find… Owen, why won’t you come home if you’re just here?”
