Silas's POV
"Shorty, believe me, you're gonna like it. And if you don't like it, I'll take you back without a second thought, okay?"
"Mhm… and I'm sure I'm not gonna like it, 'cause who likes spending a night in the forest—and that too in the winter?"
After that, I followed Theron while helping him carry those things, which were barbecue items and many more.
And when we took a few steps ahead from there, I didn't expect what I saw next—my eyes widened, and my mouth dropped open.
There was the most beautiful tent. It was a white-colored tent. But it didn't even look like a tent—it was so big, like some kind of house.
But it was a tent. Wow! And there was a fire in front of it and barbecues stove, all the things were there.
I glanced at Theron, and at the stuff in his hands—they were meat and other things. So he really brought them to grill here.
"Do you like it, Shorty?"
"Piggy, don't ask me 'cause I don't know."
