Healing and Closeness
They didn't head back towards the mountains, towards the relative safety of the outpost. Seraphina drove with grim focus, taking a labyrinthine route through the city's less glamorous districts – industrial areas smelling of diesel and decay, neglected residential streets lined with shuttered businesses, the anonymous arteries where one could disappear more easily than on the main thoroughfares. She checked the rearview mirror constantly, her senses stretched taut, searching for any sign of pursuit. Lysander wouldn't give up easily, but the immediate chase seemed to have been abandoned, likely due to the approaching sirens and the risk of unwanted mortal attention. The adrenaline from the fight and flight slowly seeped away, leaving Elias feeling shaky and nauseous. The violence of the at
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