“Why did you agree last night?” Craig asked the next morning.
“Because you’re the boss of Smokeys,” Aella replied most nonchalantly.
“Smo—? Hm…” Criag brought his face closer to hers and studied her expression. “Are ye gonna run away?”
“I don’t have anywhere to run to.” Aella put her hands on his chest and pushed him back, turning around so that their positions reversed. Then, she pushed him slightly and his back hit the wall of the cave. She kept her hands where they were. “And you said I’m prestigious.”
“I want to prove that,” Craig said.