Stina Jackson

‘I don’t belong here,’ she said, as the fire crackled and sent sparks into the sky. ‘I feel lost.’
Carl-Johan took her hand and put his lips on an open graze running across the back of it. It gave her goose-bumps and she shivered.
‘I’ll teach you everything I know,’ he said. ‘And when I’m finished it’ll feel like you were born in the wilds.’