The movie ended three explosions ago, but the credits kept pretending they had something new to say. Lachlan let them roll. The storm had more to say anyway.
Wind beat the glass like a drumline that hated them. Tiny ice pellets rang a high, steady ding-ding-ding against the panes. Every few minutes the building did a long, slow creak, like it needed to stretch and remember how to be a spine.
He didn't feel the cold. Never really did anymore.
He peeled down to a threadbare t-shirt and bare feet just to make Zubair grind his teeth; then he pulled socks back on because Sera glanced at his toes and he heard the creature purr an approving little yes when he took the hint. Pack law didn't need shouting.
