Their Hidden Princess (Zora and Maximus) novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260

“Neo…” I whispered.

He just kept staring back. His gaze was probing, like he could see down inside of me, straight to the soul he might have held a piece of. Could he feel this too?

I opened my mouth, about to ask –

The sky opened first, and suddenly rain fell. The tree branches and leaves blocked some of the water, but it still poured down on us. I lifted my arms to shield myself, but it was quickly far too late. I was soaked through.

“We have to find shelter!” I told him.

Neo straightened. He glanced around like the all water wasn’t bothering him at all. “This way,” he said and held out his hand. I took it, and together, with him leading, we dashed through the forest. He purposefully moved in a serpentine pattern, dodging the worst of the brush – for my benefit, I was certain.

Eventually, in the distance, I saw a small clearing with a small log cabin nestled behind a patch of grass.

Neo led me there, then pushed through the door, gentler with this door than the last.

I panicked, worried we were about to burst in on someone. We should have knocked first!

But the cabin was dark with cobwebs in the corners and dust over the flat surfaces. Not only did it seem abandoned, but like it had been abandoned for some time.

Fortunately, though, the building had been well constructed, with only a couple of leaks of rain through the ceiling. I went into the kitchen and collected pans to catch the dripping water.

Neo moved toward a fireplace. Fortunately, there was a stack of wood inside, safe from the rain, right beside. Grabbing some of the wood, Neo piled them into the fireplace.

I started searching the drawers for a match. My heart ached, wishing Kairos was here. His magick could have easily started a fire to keep us warm. Then we could have held onto each other and –

Kairos wasn’t here. I needed to focus.

While I searched, Neo found some pieces of flint and steel, and clicking, them together, started the fire on his own. The flame sparked off some old kindling and grew and grew.

Abandoning my search for a match, I moved toward him.

With the light of the fire, the room illuminated, revealing several furs draped over chairs and a bed in the far corner of the small, single room cabin. I grabbed one of the furs and moved toward the fire.

Neo grabbed another fur and spread it on the floor. “Here,” he said. “Rest here near the fire.”

I did, my weary wet body drawn toward the fire, yet just as I sat, my stomach released an embarrassing gurgle.

Neo started. “What was that?”

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