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Chapter 4- My Blanket and Me
"We will rest here for the night," Glorfindel announced as he stopped his horse. Cue the hallelujah chorus.
He dismounted his horse aGlorfindel looked extremely embarrassed. The poor chap was even blushing. Almira was just the opposite. She was pissed. Uh-oh.Glorfindel disentangled himself from her muttering something along the lines of, "No way in hell," and all but ran away to help his fellows, while Almira stalked past me, bumping into my shoulder. My injured shoulder."Ouch! What the hell?" I cried."Oh dear. I’m so sorry. I had absolutely no idea you had injured your shoulder. I was passed out during the fight. Don’t you remember?"nd politely turned to help Almira down, even though he looked like he would rather vomit than have to touch her. But that could have just been me.
"Thank you for letting me ride with you. I am feeling much better now, my lord. If there is anything I can do for you, anything at all, let me know."
Did anyone else catch that emphasis on ‘anything,’ come on, anyone? Could you be any more obvious. "Ugh, gag me," I muttered, making the accompanying facial expression. However, I knew they both saw and heard me because Sure she didn’t. I would have believed her if she didn’t look quite so self-satisfied. I wanted to scream at her that yes, I did in fact remember, seeing as I helped save her passed out ass. But whatever. I didn’t need this.
"That’s right, I almost forgot. Of course, the fact that I’m wearing a sling could