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All that goes through my head as we're travelling back to the den was how much still needs to be done. Escaping was half the battle. But now we need to win a war.
Sounds a little bit ominous if anyone asks me. But they haven't. Mostly cause we're not talking about it. Or anything.
The van is filled with complete silence. Dimitri himself is driving, apparently, he can put up with the tiny bit of sun coming through the tinted windows because he's older.
Which has left me sandwiched between Eric and Bram. Both of them have hands clasped around mine. I'd find it weird, but really, it's offering a strange amount of comfort for me. There's something about having such strong bodies on either side of me, and knowing they're there for me, that just sets me a little bit more at ease about the
