212 The Temptress

Evanna clutched at Arawn's back, covering her exposed chest and slid down, so the heated lake went to her shoulders again. She remained against him, her eyes looking at his chest. She knew he was already scanning their surroundings. 

There was no threat, Evanna knew. There was no shiver down her spine, no sixth sense to tell her they were in danger. Whatever that sound was, it had to either be one of the others in their party or an animal. She peeped over his shoulder, noting how the ice that had been walled off to one side had begun to melt. 

It still provided coverage, but barely. 

Evanna then looked over her shoulder, still clutching at Arawn, whose arms were around her back, keeping her close. She couldn't see anybody there. The icy wall still stood tall. "Can you see anything?" She asked, her voice low.