The camp was quiet, the fire reduced to glowing embers, and everyone else asleep. You were just starting to drift off when a faint rustle near your tent flap made you sit up.

At first, you thought it was the wind—or a stray animal—but then you saw her. Octavia, crouched low, eyes sparkling with mischief and something softer underneath.

“You again?” you whispered, half-exasperated, half-thrilled.

She smirked, slipping inside without another word. “Can’t help it,” she murmured, brushing past you to sit beside you. “It’s… easier when no one’s watching.”