Love Conquers All

Chapter Seven

Philip's POV

Many weeks later...

"George, it's been weeks and we've found nothing.  I've begun to think that your lead sent us on a wild goose chase. " I lean back in my saddle and watch him study the land .

"I trust him perfectly fine. If there was anyone we were looking for ever, he's your guy." George says firmly. His jaw is set and eyes constantly scanning the tree line.

"What are you looking for? There's nothing here." I roll my eyes and let my fingers brush the edge of a tree branch. "Ohhhh a tree. Scary ."

"I'm going to give you a little lesson here Philip." He sighs and shakes his head. "If you let your gaurd down they think they have you right under their thumb.  But if you stay ready for anything, they cant suprise you."

"That's....a pretty good point." Wow. Color me impressed.  His smile come back again and he looks over his shoulder at me. I relax instantly and give my own soft smile.

He hasn't seemed lile such a big dick lately and he's been... nicer. Whenever we stop somewhere and make camp he helps me train with what he knows.  He's pretty smart when it comes to defense.  And his eyes.... God I can't look away from those eyes. Everything about him is so perfect.

"No, it's an amazing point." He smiles ear to ear and laughs as I nudge him in the side with my elbow.

"Don't get cocky." I warn and my eyes go to the trees.

"Are you talking to yourself again?" He leans over and puts his chin on my shoulder.  I feel my face grow red and make my horse go at a faster pace.

"No, I just...." My horse rears up and backs up a few steps, I caught the flash of an arrow and my eyes widen. I glance at George and he looks almost panicked. 

I slide off Aarow and back up a few steps away. It goes silent again, not a single bird chirp. An arrow lands next to my foot and I slowly back pedal. I glance at George and he's trying to calm down Aarow, but with no avail.

"Where are you?" I growl more to myself then anything and my eyes search the trees. My eyes widen as I catch the tip of a arrow being loaded into a bow. George.  They're going to hit George. I growl and give a heated glare, a kmife appears in my hand and just as the aarow flies the knife nails them in the neck.

I watch with horror as it goes straight through George's leg and he goes crashing to the ground with a howl of pain. His hands go right to his leg and he grits his teeth so hard I can hear them squeaking.  He's either going to bite his tounge off and hurt himself some other way further.

And of course it starts to rain.

"Really?" I shout to the sky and grind my teeth together. There's a cave through the woods. I can see it, its dark and dry and unused."Alright bud, I'm sorry but you have to get back on your horse."

"Philip! I cant fucking stand, there's a fucking arrow through my leg!" He snaps at me. I set my jaw and glare, I lift him carefully onto the horse and situate him slowly.

"Such naughty languge." Then, like a switch , George stops groaning and he chuckles. I cast a look over my shoulder as we climb over and around fallen trees, slowly making it to the cave. I have medical supplies. I'll get him fixed up.

"I can make you speak some naughty languge. " He winks, he has a wide cocky grin on his face and eyes are charming. I cock an eyebrow at him and frown.

"I think I'm going to throw up." I gag and shake my head. It's cold and dark in the cave, but at least it's out of the rain.  I lay some firewood on the ground and start it easily.

"Awe, I'm not that ugly Philip." He croons. Light erupts in the cave and I  take George off the horse, I lay him down.

"I look at personality George, not looks." I roll up his pant leg and study the wound with distaste.

"Ah, but you like me..." He drawls out as I put his leg up on a few blankets.

"What makes you think that?" I laugh.

"I've seen the way you've looked at me." He hums and looks at the ceiling of the cave. I bite my toung and start tending to the wound.

Neither of us says a thing for the next hour.  I disinfect and stitch the wound up. He gets some heavy pain medication and a little warm food. Hopefully that'll make him feel better.

"You look at me like I'm the best thing since sliced bread. " He sighs to the ceiling as I start making beds, I stop and look at him.  The shadows from the fire makes him look more built then what he actually is. Damn it.  It makes him look way more hamdsome then what he already is.

"What makes you say that?" I cock my head and sit down in the middle of the warm blankets and fluffy pillows. It's amazing how much a magical sack can hold and still fit in my pocket .

"I'm not blind nor stupid Pip." He sits up and crawls slowly twoards the blankets and me. His leg mustbe feeling better. "I see how you look at me."

"I could  disagree." I watch him warily as he plants one hand up by my head and the other one on my chest.  He slowly pushes me back so I'm looking up at him.

"But you won't." He hums and leans forward, I can see the fine lines in his eyes and each little strand of curly hair.

"Why not?" I lick my lips nervousely and watch the corners of his lips turn up in a smirk.  He touches our foreheads and puts a hand on my cheek,looping his thumb under my jaw.

"Because neither one of us can deny that we have something special." Cinnamon and spices flood around me and I can't help but relax. It's so inviting and soothing.

But neither of us can deny that there is something special between us.