“As much as I am looking forward to the ‘we survived’ s*x, doing it when we’re not at camp might piss the witches off, so let’s not tempt fate and get back before we do it,” Derik said, and I laughed, pulling away from Brax’s mouth as he snuggled into my neck.
“Thank you, Spitfire,” he whispered, and I nodded, giving him one last kiss before grabbing his hand and heading back down the mountain, trailing behind Derik and Kai.
The way back down was much different. There was no snow falling or wind, just a white wonderland with fresh air and an easy walk.
It felt like we had only been walking for ten minutes when Derik came to a stop with Kai and we found them waiting for us at the shimmering sheen of the portal.
I gasped and looked between them and the portal.
“We’re already there?
