An hour before they were due at the heliport, Lycus stepped out of his room, the door creaking softly behind him. He moved through the house with the fluidity of someone who was both watchful and determined. The scent of something spicy wafted through the air as he made his way to the kitchen, where he found Barbara perched on a stool, savoring her latest craving—spicy chicken, pickled cucumbers, and a side salad.
Barbara caught his gaze but ignored him, focusing intently on her meal. She was doing her best to distract herself from the swirling emotions that came with Dr. Kate's impending arrival and the unknowns they were facing. Yet, despite her indifference, she silently offered him a piece of chicken, holding it out on her fork like a peace offering.
Lycus's expression remained inscr
