Zubair moved around the living room, folding blankets and clearing the last signs of their presence as the rest of the men and Sera got ready to leave the house.
He did it out of habit rather than fear of being tracked; Region T had nothing capable of following them for long. Even so, leaving a clean space felt right. It reminded him of the man he was before the world shattered.
Alexei checked the doorframe while Lachlan tightened the last strap on a backpack he had found in a closet. Aerenyx remained by the front window, his posture relaxed as his slight smirk stayed on his face. He looked calm and relaxed, but Zubair could see that his gaze sharp enough to cut glass.
Luci stood by the front door quietly as he waited for Sera to come downstairs. His yellow eyes flicking toward each sound outside as though categorizing which noises mattered and which were beneath attention.
