The bear meat went in first. The stuff she had hidden from Alexei.
Wrapped in butcher paper and sealed in plastic, it was still cold enough to keep through the trip. Sera packed it at the bottom of the oversized duffle bag, bracing the weight across her back before shoving in two not-so-emergency blankets, three oversized pillows, and half a crate of chocolate bars.
She zipped it closed and slung it over her shoulder with a grunt.
It had been four days. Four days of watching and waiting for Zubair to come back to the land of the living. Four days of feeling the temperature in the cabin fluctuate like a malfunctioning furnace. Four days of rationing silence like it was something sacred—too fragile to break while everyone held their breath.
Well, Noah had fucked around and was joking around when Alexei put his fist through his face. The man was quiet after that.
