"Let's move," Zubair called out, looking over his shoulder to check to see where Sera was.
The five of them shifted without chatter.
Bags were stowed away in the flatbed of the truck, as Elias looked over from the passenger seat to make sure that Sera's seatbelt was properly tightened.
Luci jumped in, turned once, and dropped with his head pointed toward the road like he knew which way south was by scent alone.
The woman with the jean jacket tried one last pass. "You can still do this the smart way," she called out, her voice sweetened venom. If she was trying to copy the glossy woman, this one had a lot of work to do. "Harlow will play nice if you're… civilized."
Lachlan stepped up onto the bumper and looked down at her. "Civilized is a word men use when before everything went to shit. Now, being civilized is a nice word when you mean someone who dies young."
