Raquel
“Glad you could make it!” Anders says chipperly, hopping off the wide tree stump he’s seated on. He sports a nasty black eye and a chipped tooth, but he’s in surprisingly good spirits.
Klaus is his usual grumpy self, arms crossed while wearing a severe frown. He’s got a bloody nose and several scrapes on his face, but he’s in pretty good shape, all things considered. “Almost had to fight our way out,” he explains. “Managed to get out through the ventilation system like you planned.”
“I thought you said he fell behind,” Anders comments, tossing his chin in Gabriel’s direction.
“Slept in,” he says, giving me a very pointed look.
“Doesn’t matter,” I mumble quickly, shivering violently from the cold. I slip the duffle bags off my shoulder, handing one to Anders and the other to Kla
