Ava P.O.V
We are once again thrown out of the portal, this time landing on a bed of soft, green, moss, well I did anyway. Silas happens to land in the only thorn bush around.
I stifle a laugh at the sound of him cursing, as he pulls himself out from the clutches of the bush, once fully out I can see the scratches that now mark his face from the thorns, with a sour expression on his face, he stands there sulking like a toddler with small sticks sticking out from his messy, blonde hair and I lose all composure as I burst out in fits of laughter.
He narrows his eyes at me, as I lean forward clutching at my stomach.
“Glad to see my misfortune, brings you so much happiness” he says sarcastically.
“Really Silas? The only thorn bush around and you land in it” I say between my fits of laughte
