We were torn away into the fabric between worlds, spinning through a beautiful sea of stars before my feet hit solid ground again and Darcy landed lightly beside me, no hint of a wobble in her steps. I kind of missed my clumsy little princess, but as she stepped forward onto the loose shingle at the base of the mountain, her foot slipped and my wish was granted. “Stoney fuckwits,” she cursed. I shot forward to catch her with a grin, drawing her upright again and she glanced up at me with a tint of pink lining her cheeks.
