The men continued to prepare for war while Sera sat on the sofa and watched.
Luci was sitting on her feet, letting out huffs of annoyance every so often. Sera didn't bother holding back her smile as she watched Alexei hiding knives around the room like a distorted Easter Egg hunt.
With Sera's suggestion, Lachlan placed four chairs where they could sit and look like they were listening. Elias straightened a picture that didn't deserve the respect, but his OCD would allow him to do nothing less.
Alexei unrolled a coil of paracord and looped it casual around the banister, not to bind, but it was better to have it on hand and not need it than need it and not have it.
Luci refused to give up his post on top of Sera's feet and set his chin on his paws, the low grumble in his chest steady as a generator at idle.
The booklet the man had given them lay open on the table.
