Lachlan didn't say anything when he found her behind the main building of Ironhide Gym. He just crossed his arms, leaned against the frost-bitten brick, and watched.
Seraphina was crouched low, stretching with slow, deliberate movements. She'd found an abandoned strip of field just beyond the last row of trees, the ground packed flat from winter frost and the occasional maintenance vehicle. Her coat lay folded nearby, and she wasn't wearing any gloves. But at least she remembered a hoodie.
"You know," Lachlan said finally, his breath fogging the air, "most people warm up before they sprint through the woods like some type of feral fairy or something."
Sera didn't answer right away. She rolled her shoulder, straightened up, and glanced back at him over her shoulder. "I'm not most people."
"No kidding," he scoffed, looking her up and down. "Dare I ask what you are trying to do?"
