Roseanne's heart raced as she looked around, her voice trembling. "Skyla—"
Davian gently placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "She's safe," he assured her with a nod. "I ran into her just before this. I told her to head back to the packhouse right after dealing with those rogues."
Relief softened Roseanne's features, her tense posture loosening as she nodded. "Thank goodness." She found herself looking at Davian, taking in his rough appearance. She blinked, and her face flushed as the thought struck her. She averted her eyes, biting her lip to keep from glancing back.
Seeing her change, Davian tilted his head and frowned. "What's wrong?"
Roseanne cleared her throat, still refusing to look his way, and pointed to him with a trembling finger. "You're, um—" she stammered, her face growing warmer.
