The road was long and winding, carved into the side of a mountain that seemed to stretch into forever. The sky above was a dull slate, heavy with the weight of a coming storm.
Sebastian's hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white against the leather. The hum of the engine filled the silence, punctuated only by the low crackle of static from the radio a static that hadn't stopped since they'd left the cabin.
Isabella sat beside him, bundled in his coat. Her gaze followed the rain tracing lines down the window. Every drop felt like a countdown.
She could sense his unease even when he didn't speak. He was always like that tense, composed, the kind of man who carried his wars inside his bones.
"Where exactly are we going?" she asked finally.
He glanced at her briefly, then back to the road. "South. There's an old contact of mine Dr. Marcus Vale. He was one of the lead engineers under Evelyn during the early Genesis development."
