Ivy smiles as she wraps her arms around his waist. “I think it’s physically impossible for me to leave you. I mean seriously, four years of brain swiping couldn’t keep me from you, and we’ve practically faced doomsday together maybe five times over.. so yeah, the destruction of the world couldn’t keep me away from you. Good gods, sorry I rambled.”
Winter chuckles. “Oh, Charlie. Sweet, bold, naive Charlie. You won’t be fighting me, you’ll also be fighting Bast, an almost literal queen of combat among the gods.”