F.E.A.R.
“Oh, we’re done. Done done. Take-us-home-and-feed-us-something-that's-not-trauma done.”
Tora muttered under her breath, “I want my mate, a bathtub, and a chocolate cake. In that order.”
Chelsea raised a brow. “You sure Jax and cake won’t be fighting for top billing?”
Tora smirked. “Depends on how well Jax behaves tonight.”
A ripple of laughter spread through the girls as Charlie chuckled and summoned the portal home.
As the portal began swirling to life behind them, Cheyenne grunted, wiping blood and ash off her forehead with the back of her hand. “Let’s go. Our men are probably trying to blow up the witch’s hut by now.”
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