“Son of a gun. Ouch… ooff… ugh! Clair, this isn’t working,” Alistair stated bluntly, looking up at her. “It was your idea to do this on top of a mountain,” Clair said, slightly annoyed by his complaining but decidedly not slowing down and kept her rhythm. “I know I did. I just didn’t really think it through. The bugs are eating me alive, and I have a rock trying to penetrate my ass and the back of my skull,” he replied, s...