The door locked with a tal cough, and the footsteps of the guards and the scientists retreated down the hall until even the echo bled out.
Sera’s spine loosened first. It was a small motion, a subtle shift, like the tight coil inside her had simply decided to stop wasting energy. The blank expression she’d worn through Phase One, Two, and now Three faded like a mask slipping off the wall.
"I’d like to pretend I didn’t see that coming," she murmured, her voice dry as bone dust, "but... I did. I just thought they’d take my eggs instead of expecting you to fuck ."
Zubair didn’t move.
The words fell between them and lay there, heavy and inevitable, like everything else in this place.
"They want to break." Her shoulders rolled back as if she was finally rembering the feeling of safety. "I like to be accommodating."
For the first ti since they locked him in here with her, his head lifted.
She gave him that faint, half-smile. "It’s nice to know Noah brought us all to the sa place. I was starting to wonder if maybe you got taken sowhere else. I was getting worried that I might not be able to see you all again."
The na landed like a dropped knife.
Zubair stilled. Not the tense kind of stillness. Worse. The absolute kind.
"Noah," he repeated, voice low enough to make the walls lean in.
"Mmm." Sera tipped her head toward the bed, casual as the sun sliding west. "You didn’t know? He drugged our breakfast. Seed almost polite about it as he offered the scrambled eggs that you know I love. At least he was kind enough to bring Luci, too. Guess he’s trying to play both sides of the fence."
Still, Zubair didn’t moved, didn’t so much as blink.
Everything inside of him went very, very sharp, and he could feel the creature inside of him practically vibrating.
The breakfast.
The only thing left of normal life, the one ritual this world hadn’t managed to burn. He cooked. She ate first. Always first. That was law. Pack law.
No one touched a thing until Sera had taken the first bite. No one moved away from her on hunts. They ford around her like ribs around a heart. He enforced it without words, without explanation, without exception.
And Noah had poisoned that.
Sothing under his skin went dark enough to drown in.
Sera watched him watch her. The air in the room shifted, pressure thickening like a storm sky rolling in over the mountains.
"You think I bla you," she observed softly, cocking her head to the side.
His jaw ticked once.
"I don’t," she went on. "But it’s interesting watching you wonder."
He turned then. Just his head. The overhead light cut across his face and made sothing dangerous out of the shape his mouth had taken.
Sera smiled faintly, like she’d found the edge of sothing sharp and wanted to see what it could cut.
"I told you," she murmured, "they want broken. But I don’t break, Zubair. Not the way they want. You do know what they’ll do if you refuse , don’t you?"
His hands flexed once at his sides.
"They’ll use soone else," she continued. "So stranger. So thing they made down the hall. They’ll make carry it anyway." Her head tilted, hair sliding over her shoulder like the movent amused her. "And you’ll still have to watch."
He closed the distance between them before the next breath landed.
Not fast. Not loud. Just there.
Sera looked up at him, the faint smile curling at the edges of her mouth like she hadn’t decided yet whether to use it as a shield or a weapon.
"You’re calm," he told her.
"You’re not," she countered, her voice mild.
Correct.
He wasn’t.
Because inside, his creature was lifting its head in a field too quiet for anyone else to see it coming.
His eyes found hers. The calm there wasn’t the kind you wore to look unbothered. It was the kind that ca before storms flattened cities.
Sera reached past him and dragged the blanket off the bed, shaking it out with one flick like she was about to make it neat for guests. Then she sat, tucking one leg under her, looking up at him through the kind of lashes that would have gotten entire kingdoms in trouble if it was in a different era.
"I like it," she admitted.
His brow furrowed, the only crack in the mask.
"The way you look like you want to kill soone." Her mouth tilted faintly. "It’s flattering."
The silence he gave her in return wasn’t empty. It was full.
Of promise.
Of threat.
Of a man holding himself together because tearing soone apart would take ti he didn’t have right now.
"Say it," she murmured.
He didn’t ask what.
"You’re going to kill him."
"Yes."
The single word landed like a knife dropped point-first into wood.
Sera leaned back, resting her weight on her forearms and the bed behind her, watching him like she was settling in for a story she already knew the ending to.
"He won’t see you coming," she said.
"No."
"Good."
Zubair moved then. Not to her throat like the scientists watching the caras probably expected.
To her feet.
He lifted one, slow, like he was touching sothing holy, and examined the raw places the restraints had left. His thumb passed just shy of the mark, never touching, but his eyes tracked it the way n read maps before war.
"Don’t worry, they can’t hurt that badly," she told him.
"They won’t touch you again," he returned, quiet enough to make the promise heavy.
She smiled faintly. "You going to kill everyone in this place?"
"Yes."
The quiet way he said it made the cara in the corner flinch.
Sera shifted her weight and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, studying the man kneeling in front of her like he hadn’t decided yet whether to worship her or burn the world down because of her.
"You made breakfast," she reminded him.
"I always make breakfast."
"The others think you made it for everyone."
His head lifted slowly, eyes finding hers. "I didn’t."
"No," she agreed softly. "You made it for ."
He said nothing.
"They touched what’s mine," she added, tone light, conversational, as if they were talking about rain instead of murder.
His jaw ticked once.
"Zubair," she said, almost gently.
"Yes."
"I don’t forgive easily."
His mouth curved. Not a smile. Sothing darker. "Neither do I."
She leaned back against the bed again, stretching her legs out so her toes brushed his knee. "Good. I’ll hold you to that."
The room went quiet enough to hear the cara’s faint motor whir as it tried to track the shift between them.
Sera smiled faintly at it. "They’re getting the footage they wanted," she said dryly.
"They won’t like the ending," Zubair returned.
"No," she agreed. "They really won’t."
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