On the way back
The van hummed along the highway, grey afternoon light filtering through the tinted windows. The sky had cleared over Greyhollow, but the clouds followed them east, thick and heavy, as if the curse wanted to tag along just to see how it all ended.
Derek was passed out in the back, his head against a supply crate, his staff clutched to his chest like a teddy bear. Dr. Blackwood hovered nearby, watching over him with something that looked almost like paternal concern. Sera sat across from them, her phone abandoned, her eyes closed—not sleeping, just resting. Mason was by the side door, staring out the window at the passing trees.
Cora sat up front, next to the silent driver. Lucian was in the middle row, alone.
The van hit a bump. Derek mumbled something about ghosts and went back to sleep.
