The rec center sat ten minutes from the cabin—too close for comfort and definitely close enough to feel like a weight in Sera's ribs. She stared out of the window as Lachlan drove anyway from the cabin, her jaw set as she stared out at the soft snowflakes that were starting to fall.
It looked like they were in a snow globe, but while it looked pretty, it was hell to drive in. It wasn't the snow that bothered her, especially since she was sandwiched between Alexei and Elias, but knowing what was supposed to come next was enough to set all of her instincts on edge.
Taking in a deep breath to try and calm herself down, she looked around the inside of the massive vehicle. Zubair rode shotgun, saying nothing, his profile cut clean against the gray morning. Elias sat behind him, half-turned the way he always was, professionally nosy, cataloguing exits and heartbeats as if the world were a lab and everyone inside a sample.
