The Blessed And The Beast

Ten: Charlie

Charlie’s P.O.V.

I used to think that redheads had the shortest tempers. That was until I watched Paxton throw a fit when he thought his favorite pair of pants had blown away from where they had been hanging. He had a terrible habit of never putting his clothes away after they dried and would get angry when the wind took them.

It became a running joke. When it was time for Paxton to do his laundry, we always expected to find them strewn about the forest floor at some point. Sometimes, even with no wind or storms, Diego would take something and hide it just for the hell of it.

Paxton never learned his lesson. It was hilarious.

I had never stolen his clothes myself, nor had I hidden them before. That was all Diego, so Paxton didn’t bother to accuse me when the men returned to camp, and he saw they were missing.

He had been searching the woods around the camp for over an hour before giving up, cursing and grumbling under his breath. It wasn’t an attractive look, and if any of his countless women saw it, they would probably change their minds about him. But it was hilarious.

I was grateful that Damien walked off in Paxton’s pants, ill-fitting as they may have been. After what I had done with Damien in them, I wouldn’t have been able to meet Paxton’s eyes while he wore them.

The next morning, it seemed that Paxton was still on the hunt as his loud cursing had woken me up.

“This is such bullshit!” He sounded put out, immediately bringing a smile to my face as I pulled my sleeping roll closer to my chin. Only it wasn’t my sleeping roll. The blanket was thick and heavy, and I tried to keep things light since we traveled with so much.

I opened my eyes to see the unfamiliar brown fabric draped over my body and smiled even wider when Damien’s scent hit me. Had he brought me a blanket? How did I not hear him entering my tent, and where was he now?

The sweet gesture warmed my heart, and I clenched the blanket tightly in my fists as I held it to my chest. The sun had been up for a while based on how warm it was, and it had to have been the longest night’s sleep I had had since living in the castle.

I enjoyed it for one more moment before getting dressed and tripping over myself to get out of my tent. My foot snagged the bottom of the blanket as I tumbled out of my tent. Arms wrapped around my waist, catching me before I could hit the ground.

“Easy there, girl,” Neil said, spinning us around fluidly like a dance before letting me go and walking toward the fire. “Running a bit late today?”

I nodded, rushing to make myself some coffee and grab breakfast to head out. I had already lost so much time from sleeping in and wanted to see Damien. After what happened yesterday, I needed to know if his showing up here and what we did was his way of giving me a chance.

do that, but no one had ever had a problem with it before. If they did, they didn’t say anything. They couldn’t. They had no right to address the actions of the princess.

forward to the day Killian found his mate and could stop being such an

my chugging the hot cup of caffeine, although I probably didn’t need it with how

follow. Diego had rolled up his bedroll and sat a few feet down from him, straddling the log as he waited for Neil

The smirk on Diego’s face made me blush. They had known he had been in camp while they were gone yesterday. Not only could they smell him, but the stew

Paxton noticed his favorite

he did,” I mused with a small smile as I considered his visit and what it could mean. If anyone approached him last night,

Bear of the group, but Roman was the

cards between him

for the blanket when you see him. The man risked his

my blush by turning around and grabbing

shit. Even if you had been standing and fully

work Diego up. He was like a little stick of dynamite. You only had a few seconds after lighting his fuze before

I turned back to face them, finding the

‘hunting’ in response as Neil got Diego into a headlock. “Alright, you two

rushed away so quickly that I

of wood being chopped. I was waiting for him

broke the tree line, my breath caught in my chest. There was a beautiful cabin that, had it not been in the woods and made out of logs,

was beautiful and not what I had been expecting from him, but it was exactly the kind of place I had dreamed

to live in a cave. Many of them lived that way, and I was

had to force my gaze from his incredible home to the man standing by the front corner of the house with an ax on his bare shoulder and his

“Charlotte.”

he sounded. A small part of me had been expecting him to be angry that I had come here after

drop down to his chest, which was glistening with sweat. “I wanted to thank you

wouldn’t return it. I liked having something that smelled like him and proved that he did care

spinning around and

his wood chopping, I followed him. It sure was a sight to behold, and my thighs pressed together as I watched his muscles flex and move beneath his skin as he grabbed another piece of wood, placed it on the stump, and