{Elira}
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The cool dawn air brushed against my cheeks as I stepped out.
Zenon was already behind the wheel, engine low and steady, his gaze flicking briefly to me before shifting back to the road.
"Front," he said simply, just like yesterday.
I nodded, slipping into the passenger seat. Rennon and Lennon took the back, and in no time the jeep rolled out of the quiet street, the tyres humming against the asphalt.
The silence wasn't heavy; it was early, the kind of quiet that belonged to dawn. I rested my hands on my bag, watching the blur of trees and rooftops give way to the town.
When we pulled up at the café, Zenon parked without a word, and we all stepped out of the jeep and headed inside.
The warm smell of roasted coffee and fresh bread wrapped around me instantly. But my stomach tightened from nerves.
Still, when Rennon placed a tray in front of me minutes later, the sight of warm pastries and tea made me realize that feeding my stomach was very important.
