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. There were plenty of pine needles
and dry branches at hand, and before long a small,
cheery fire blazed within a circle of rocks.
Clapping his hands to remove dust and needles,
Denzil rummaged through his saddlebags until he
found the bundles of dried meats and fruits that would
be their dinner. Only when he was finished did he turn
and notice that Gisella was nowhere in sight.
Anger, the only emotion Denzil ever displayed,
flushed his cheeks.
But within moments, the dwarf stepped through the
ring of trees surrounding the clearing, wearing a thin,
red wrap and a smile. "I found a little mountain stream
not far from here. The water was wickedly cold, butI-"
Denzil strode forward and viciously jerked her by
her wrist into the clearing. "Don't ever do that again."
Gisella's smile fell. "I was only gone for a few min-
utes. Who made you the boss, anyway?" She tried to
pull her arm from him. "Hey, you're hurting me."
His strong fingers tightened around her wrist, until
dark, finger-shaped shadows appeared on her skin.
Stifling a cry, she tugged again, and Denzil released his
grip. Gisella rubbed the bruises, staring at him speech-
lessly.
"Your little adventure was rash and dangerous. You
never know what you'll find -- or what will find you --
in the woods," was his only explanation.
The dwarf's anger and confusion subsided some-
what. Could it be that this handsome human was wor-
ried about her? Setting her chin, she tugged her wrap
more closely and arranged herself on a boulder near
the fire
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