“Fuck, we did it,” I breathed out. Winter grabbed my leg, pulling herself up. “We can’t stay here,” she said, her voice shaking. “We need to . . . get somewhere warm.” I rolled over, groaning at all the aches and pains, and I needed ten thousand things right now, but I was so fucking happy they were here and we’d made it. Raising my head and looking up, I saw a single light through the trees and knew . . . Just fucking knew. St. Killian’s.
