“Elon?” Carissa was tempted to try and peer outside, but a part of her was afraid of doing so.
“Are you trapped, Carissa?”
The words were slightly slurred, but she managed to recognize the voice. “Algernon?”
“Are you trapped?”
“No, I’m—”
A dagger ripped through the remaining threads that bound the tent flaps together.
Carissa jerked backwards and swept the blanket off of the cot before wrapping it around herself. But not before Algernon’s gaze landed on her.
Heat smothered Carissa’s face, then ice. “As you can see, I’m fine. Please leave.”
His gaze hovered over her, as if he could see past the blanket to what she wore beneath. “Were you expecting someone?”
“My husband,” she bit.
He lifted his gaze to hers, its depths murky. “I don’t think so.”