She asked without the slightest reserve, her gaze roaming over Jon's handsome face, pale from the cold.
Jon's face flushed scarlet. Though numb with cold, he still felt that rush of heat.
He looked away in embarrassment, his throat a little dry, and growled, "You-you don't know what you're talking about. Shut up and keep moving!"
"Ha!"
Ygritte gave a mocking laugh, as though she had seen through his embarrassment. "Shy? Or-are you a little virgin crow who's never had a taste of a woman?"
She deliberately twisted her bound body. Though the cold made her movements stiff, they still held a wild allure. "This bloody place could freeze a person solid-why not untie me and let me spend a night with you? I promise I'll get you so warm-you won't even be able to speak."
Her words were explicit and bold, like a fire burning straight into Jon's heart.
He felt his heart racing, his blood seeming to flow faster through his icy veins.
A secret, impulsive feeling seized him.
He turned sharply, meaning to rebuke her, only to meet those eyes with their strange fire once again.
Smack!
A resounding slap struck Ygritte hard across the face!
The force knocked her whole body sideways. Her red hair fell loose, covering her cheek as it instantly swelled.
Alliser Thorne withdrew his hand, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent and undisguised disgust.
"Filthy Wildling! Try beguiling him with that dirty mouth again, and I'll slit your throat right now!"
Alliser's voice was like a cold wind scraping bone. He grabbed Ygritte by the hair and forced her head up, growling at Jon, "Jon, get a grip. Remember your mission. These Wildlings, these savages from beyond the Wall, are born murderers. Their words are less trustworthy than the wind beyond