Avery still could not believe her brazenness.
It had started out simple and innocent enough. In order to help her get over her initial fear of Cullen, she thought it wise to get to know him a little better, and so she had approached him on the sparring ground while he oversaw the soldiers and new recruits. The conversation had started off normal enough. Avery had asked Cullen about his family as well as his experience as a Templar. She had even begun relaxing a bit when it became clear that the former Templar had no interest or intention whatsoever in handing her over to his former brethren.
Perhaps that had been Avery’s downfall. In fact, now as she sat upon the edge of her bed and slowly brushed out her long, scarlet locks, she was sure of it. She had become relaxed, and when Cullen spoke about the Vigil that occurred before a Templar took his or her final vows, she had not been able to stop herself from asking if celibacy was included within those vows.
The awkwardness that ha