Special Treatment

ASENA

My heart kept thundering against my chest as Kaan carried me in his arms like a fragile princess. Perhaps I should have been more bothered by it. For the last three years, I had been used to harsh treatment where I had been rather “one of the guys” than a woman.

With Kaan, everything was different—I was different. By his side, I began to believe in things I had never thought were possible for me. Ellaria surely would have laughed her ass off if she'd found out that my thoughts were currently filled with some romantic crap. I was a warrior, for Goddess's sake! I should have cared about my strength, endurance, and how quickly I would be able to fight after falling from the cliff, but none of that currently mattered. My mind was occupied by the terrifying perspective that I probably stank of sweat, the dirt, and Goddess only knew what else, and that Kaan could probably barely stand my odor.

I was highly aware that this should have been the least of my worries, but I couldn't help i