They made camp for the night in near silence, only terse directions given back and forth. After hours of awkward quiet on the back of the Sparrow, neither Guardian nor prince seemed interested in breaking into conversation.

Sylvanni had had no intention of letting him drive the Sparrow, but the seat hadnโ€™t been designed to hold two, which meant sheโ€™d spent the trip awkwardly trying to forget who exactly had his arms wrapped around her waist for hours. Now that theyโ€™d stopped for the evening she was enjoying the return of her personal space.

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