Nefretiri
"See, it only took forty-five minutes," Ivan smirked when we entered Denver. I don't bother hiding the eye roll at his smugness. "We're early."
Yes, we were early, which seemed like a minor miracle considering the morning's chaos.
Like the first night, when dawn came, Ivan and I passed out from exhaustion. The difference being we weren't in a hotel room with a comfortable bed. No, this time, we were in the middle of the woods on the ground with only my dress and Ivan's pants under us. Yet, I'd never slept better. There was no discomfort, and I wouldn't mind a camping trip or two with sleeping bags. Ivan held me protectively, and I instinctively knew that no wild predator would dare come to bother us.
The same could not be said for the ones who were our friends.
