Winter chuckled, rubbing the spot where Zara had smacked him. "That hurt."
"It was supposed to." She crossed her arms, giving him an unimpressed glare. "Don't go saying weird shit like that."
"Oh, come on," he teased, leaning back against the wall. "Leo's cute. You're passable and I dare say I'm a catch," Yara snorted in disbelief at his words.
Winter's lips twitched. He was relieved to see that her mind had been taken off that nightmare of hers and she had calmed down.
The apocalypse had given all of them demons to fight in their sleep; some were just louder than the others.
"I notice I don't hear a no though?" He caught the pillow she threw at him and smirked.
"Alright, alright! I'll stop." He held up his hands in surrender, grinning.
"I need to go," he said, voice quieter this time. The mood changed immediately.
Her expression hardened. "Where are you going?"
"Just meeting with the guys. We need more intel if we're going to get out of here alive."
