Sera's Pov
I wanted to die.
Not literally, but close enough. It had been hours since we'd left the fortress nestled deep in the woods, and now we were weaving our way through human civilization like we belonged there. I kept shooting glances at Lucian from the corner of my eye, silently pleading for some kind of explanation, or even just... acknowledgment. But he remained silent, a dark, composed presence beside me. His hands stayed relaxed on the wheel, eyes forward, expression unreadable.
He hadn't said a word to me since we left the fortress.
And when we finally pulled into the airport, my patience—already thin—was snapping like brittle glass.
I stared out the window, recognizing immediately that we weren't heading toward any normal terminal. Instead, we bypassed security, weaving through private roads that led to a more secluded part of the airport. I saw sleek, glistening planes parked in neat rows behind wire fences and guard booths.
Private planes.
