The outpost gates opened beneath the rain, iron teeth sliding apart while the Jeep rolled across the flooded checkpoint.
Nikolai sat in the back seat with Nikita's coat still hanging loosely over his shoulders, his expression far calmer than it had been when they left the construction site. The gloom had not vanished completely, but it no longer drowned his face.
Nikita, meanwhile, kept wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand with a faint burp as if to gain Selene's attention.
He couldn't help but feel she looked far too pleased with herself.
'I thought Selene would get more angry...'
His glance slipped from the pretty werewolf, across the seats and focused on the beautiful vampire carefully guiding their vehicle into the fortress outpost.
Though... somehow he felt this was worse. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly while a faint, icy mist leaked from her skin, enveloping her and lowering the car's interior temperature.
