21

~Meara

The world materialises around us, a cold breeze ruffling my hair.

"This isn't the manor," I comment, pulling my hand from Sire's as I look around.

After leaving the witch behind, we were meant to return back home. However, I'm standing ankle-deep in snow, looking at what appears to be a natural spring carved into the rock, steam wafting up from it's surface.

"No. It isn't," Sire comments casually, as if he hasn't just brought me to what may very well be a small mountain top that is covered in snow and doesn't have anything around it for miles.

"Why are we here?" I ask warily.

"To relax," he says, tugging his shirt off his head. I'm lucky he has magic and was able to bring clothing to himself, otherwise he would completely naked right now.

I watch in stunned silence as he kicks of his pants too. "I've been on the verge of death for many centuries, I need a break."

He clearly knew of this place previously, as he strides confidently into the hot water with nothing but his underwea