Olivia continued chatting to Crow about her techniques for cooking chicken in a bonfire while Penelope sat nearby. She occasionally shot the other knight smug glances and touched the thief seductively, brushing his hair from his face, resting her hand on his back, and speaking closely to his face. It was no secret what she was trying to do in his mind: She was showing off to Penelope. They were good friends, but the two women were rivals. It probably frustrated Penelope to see her friend spending time wit someone she disliked.

Crow’s suspicions were confirmed when the knight got up and walked over to join William and Abraxas in their conversation. As soon as she was gone, Olivia’s demeanor changed. She pursed her lips, “Are you still going to tell me you don’t have feelings for Penelope?”

“I told you before, love,” Crow met her dark eyes, leaning in close and smiling coyly. “We’re. Just. Friends.”

“Good to know,” Olivia leaned closer as well, placing her mouth near his cheek. “So we’re still on for tonight, I presume?”

“Of course,” the thief replied softly.

“Fantastic,” she nuzzled her cheek against his, exhaling seductively into his ear. “After dinner, I’ll tell William I’m going for a walk and I’d like you to accompany me. Then, we’ll go back to my camp and… you know.”

“Can’t wait,” he shivered as she planted a kiss on his cheek. Oh, how he had missed the touch of a woman. It almost melted away his discomfort with making Penelope upset. He glanced at the other knights to make sure they weren’t looking—he didn’t want to ruin their night by alerting William to their true intentions—before he placed a hand on Olivia’s waist and pulled her close. She giggled. The thief traced his free hand along her jaw to tilt her chin upwards towards his face, speaking slowly as he did so, “How about a little teaser, hm?” With that, he pressed his lips against hers. They kissed passionately for a moment before separating again.

“Mm,” the knight sighed. “Not bad for a man who spent a year in a prison cell.”

“Darling, that’s just the beginning,” he said with a wink.

“Show me what you’ve got, thief,” Olivia smirked. She bent down to check on the cooking chicken. “Perfect timing. It looks like dinner is ready.” She took the food off of the spit it was roasting on and brought it over to the other knights, “Who’s ready to eat?”