Zei sat quietly in the far corner of the warehouse, knees pulled up to his chest, arms looped loosely around them. Though everyone kept a careful eye on him—some suspicious, others openly cold—he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he looked oddly content, like just being there among them was enough.
His gaze trailed over each person: Yunfeng standing guard near the supplies, Muchen murmuring something to Hana while checking a map, Yuki sitting in Lu Zhi's lap playing with a strand of his hair. For the first time in days—maybe weeks—Zei felt human again.
Just then, a chilled bottle of energy drink was held out in front of his face.
Zei blinked up in surprise and found himself looking into a pair of dark, sharp eyes set on a stern, handsome face. The young man was dressed in a fitted brown shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and black tactical pants that clung snugly to his frame.
Zei gave a slow, appreciative grin. "You're cute."
Jai's brow twitched. "I don't trust you one bit."
