"What are you two whispering about?!" the red-haired girl shouted impatiently. "It's enough that you're ignoring my orders, now you're going to flirt in the middle of the road?!"
The soldier tried to intervene, desperate:
"Miss, please restrain yourself! They... don't exactly look... ordinary."
Damon let out a short laugh.
"See? Even the poor guy has noticed."
Ester closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to compose herself. When she opened them again, her usual coldness had returned, but her blush still stubbornly resisted.
"Let's go," she said firmly, as if nothing had happened.
But Damon, still amused, leaned in and whispered:
"Your mouth is still frozen. If you try to speak too loudly, you'll give it away."
She gave him a withering look, but didn't respond. She simply mounted her horse again with a curt gesture.
The soldier took the opportunity to kneel slightly, pleading:
