Zubair awoke to the overwhelming sense of wrongness.
He had fallen asleep with Sera in his arms, and now, there was nothing.
Not her scent, not her touch, nothing.
Instead, he was greeted by the cold floor of his cage under his palms. Plexiglass in his peripheral vision. A ceiling light humming overhead like it had swallowed the sun and choked on it.
Withing seconds, he was on his feet before the rest of the room existed to him.
He turned once, twice, mapping everything around him.
The others were here, too. He caught the outlines of his men through the see through walls. Alexei was on one side, Lachlan directly across a narrow hallway, Elias was sitting too still in the far cell with his hands braced against his knees.
None of them spoke.
None of them needed to.
But as much as he would have been willing to die with any of these men before, right now, he didn't want to see them. He wanted to see Sera, and she wasn't here.
