The drive to the compound where Carrie was purportedly being held was the longest drive of Sebastian’s life. His anxiety ground at his nerves, making his head throb and the vein in his forehead pop - though the pain of this drive was nothing compared to that which he felt as he drove his mates to the airport the previous day. That journey had been even more quiet than the one he was making presently, where the only sound was the rumble of the van’s engine, the tires crunching over gravel as they made their way down a back road, and the soft melodic hum of his mother as she sat beside him knitting.
His mates were twins, and as much as it annoyed them to share him it annoyed him just as much when they did that creepy twin thing where they communicated without words. Sometimes it was just a
