Dahlia
"I'm coming with you," I demanded.
"No." The Hunter said flatly, loading his supplies into his bag.
He was straddling the log next to the fire. My eyes couldn't help but snag on his forearms that were flexing with every movement. No one should be able to make packing a bag look so attractive, especially him.
"What if you come across him but don't realize it? I need to come with you!" I begged.
"You have already told me what he looks like. You will only slow me down," he said, standing and slinging the pack over his shoulders.
"I won't! I promise!" I clasped my hands together in a silent prayer.
"You will be protected from within the camp. There is enough food and water to last you. I will be back by morning. Don't do anything stupid. Or ignorant." He threw over his shoulder
