Tobi was curled in Rose's arms, his little body limp from exhaustion. He had barely made a sound since they took off, just clutching onto her like a lifeline.
Zara was already moving, stepping out first, her long coat billowing as she adjusted her grip on her bag. She turned back, her sharp eyes scanning Rose up and down. "Come on, let's get out of here before I lose my hearing from this thing."
Rose took a gentle breath and stepped down, careful not to jostle Tobi. Tobi barely reacted; his small hands only found themselves embracing her neck in his sleep.
Behind her, Rolan descended from the helicopter, his movements smooth and unbothered, his hands in his pockets like he hadn't just walked out of a near-death experience. The man who had accompanied Zara followed last, his sharp eyes flicking between them before he turned toward the pilot—a silent exchange passing between them.
