This is the little vignette I was talking about in the previous chapter. I decided to go ahead and make it available for everyone. Enjoy.


She woke up to the morning bell and groaned at the light streaming through the window onto her face.

"Hangovers are a bitch," Carson said with a chuckle as he handed her a glass of some noxious looking liquid.

"I have never hurt this much," Elysa said as she took the glass and downed it, nearly gagging.

"You've never been shot," Carson said and Elysa chuckled as she looked up at him.

He had his shirt unbuttoned halfway, but still tucked into his pants, his sweat-stained undershirt showing underneath. His hair was wet and mussed and as she watched, he ran his hand through it. His vest and coat were hung on the coat rack along with her own.

"I should probably head for the watch," she said as she stood up from the bed and started tucking her shirt into her pants.

"Me too. Where is your watch today?" Carson asked as he buttoned his shirt up the rest of the way.

"I've got camp watch," she said as she took her vest off the coat rack and slipped it on.

"I'll walk you," Carson said as he put his vest and coat on.

"It's okay, Carson. I can make it on my own," Elysa said as she reached for the door.

"Elysa," Carson said, bracing his hand against the door.

He was looking at her again, scaring her a little with his intensity. "Yes?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it again. "Just be careful, okay? Dobbs isn't going to let it go."

"Right," she whispered, nodding. "Thanks."


Just a short little vignette. It looks like Carson is starting to warm up to Elysa. Review!