The sun was high in the sky as Solstace and Crimson drove through the barren, snow-covered landscape of Chersky. Their breaths formed icy clouds in the air, and they huddled deeper into their jackets against the cold that nipped at their skin. She stared out the window, her eyes tracing the path of each snowflake as it whirled in the wind, mirroring the chaos of her thoughts.
Crimson glanced over at Solstace, her eyes twinkling with a playful glint. “Let’s run through the plan again, just to be sure,” she suggested, the corners of her mouth lifting in a half-smile.
Solstace turned to meet her gaze, a light smirk on his lips. “Okay, Missy,” he teased, his voice tinged with a playful warmth, “First up, we dig up whatever we can on Igor’s last moves. Need to know his every hidey-hole.” The
