Chapter 12: Water

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"Your mother will not be happy if you don't wash up first."

Levi rolls his eyes. "Well, our shitter is full."

"And what will we use now?" I was waiting until he realized that this would in itself, create its own dilemma."

"We can use my parents, the witches should be here tomorrow."

He looks good even though he's covered in God knows what. I chunk some dirt at him. "Go wash up."

"You're just as filthy Little Red."

"Well, unless you want only carrots..."

"They're not so bad. What did you do with Claire?"

"She already ran home to change."

"Come on then, that can wait."

We never let things wait back home. We always finished what we started. We couldn't afford to wait. "I just have a bit more, help me?"

He eyes me then concedes. He's surprisingly good at planting. He's tender and careful with the seeds, like their babies he's tucking away to sleep. Iona always said the best warriors make the best gardeners, so by her logic, he must be a conqueror.

My beast agrees. She is very fond of her male. Very pleased with what the moon has given her. We both are.

His eyes catch mine watching him, and soon, I feel myself blush. I look away only to feel something cold speckle across my cheeks.

Dirt.

"Really asshole?"

"You're already filthy LittleRed."

I narrow my gaze pensively then go back to my task. There's only a little more watering to do before we're done. I want this greenhouse done before we leave it tonight.

"What should we bring over?"

"What would you like to bring over?"

"We have plenty of carrots," I tease.

"Mother is roasting some chickens," Levi comments.

"Perhaps some potatoes then? I saw them in the root cellar."

"Bring them with us and we can make them there, it will be a pain to carry it all over."

"It's no trouble, I don't want to come empty-handed," I tell him. "It would be rude." I toss some dirt towards him.

He blocks it and arcs a brow. "Keep that up and you're going to have a lot more to wash off."

"Is that so?"

"How's your brother?"

His cheeks are blushing from his own joke. My beast and I chuckle together. Our male, walking right into his own joke, funny male.

"He's fine. He said everyone is fine. Have you spoke to your father about the festivals?"

"Not yet but I will either tonight or tomorrow," he answers. "We'll have other packs here, it will be good for them."

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