Luci's growl cut the quiet before anyone realized what the sound meant.
He hadn't sounded like that since the frogs—that low growl, threaded with warning—and Zubair's knuckles tightened on the wheel without thinking.
He had made sure to drive slow and carefully, not wanting an unexpected pot hole or crevasse to damage the vehicle. He knew that Sera had other trucks inside her space, but it was also better to have a back up than not.
Besides, he didn't think that they had the time to spare, not with Captain Harlow possibly breathing down their necks.
Luckily for him, the truck steady in the center of the road. They were the only vehicles to be seen in any direction, which gave Zubair even more of a peace of mind.
The sun remained as it always had, hot and unchanging.
Until it wasn't.
