“Twenty minutes, my ass,” I mutter under my breath. I can feel Sebastian’s large frame shaking in laughter.
His muscular arm wrapped around my shoulders as he uses me like some walking stick. He had said it would be a twenty-minute walk to this magical cliff we would leap down and -poof- we’d be on Bright Star pack lands. Ok, it’s not a magical cliff. But right now it was feeling pretty damn elusive as we stumble on in search of it. For the past hour. It has officially taken three times longer than he said it would.
“Hey, I’m injured. I could still die, and you’re over here complaining like I’m the one slowing you down. You could leave me.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I mutter, pausing only to look up at him and regret it.
“Are you sure you are okay?” He asks, the corners of his lips tipping down.
“You’re kidding right?” I snort. “No, No I’m not ok! Sebastian, it is a million freaking degrees out here, I’m in a sweatshirt, half carrying a freaking mountain man and there is no end in sight
