Alessia sat silently in the passenger seat of the sleek black car, the tension between her and Thomas evident as they drove through the snowy mountain roads. The cold afternoon wind howled outside, whipping against the windows of the car. It was only a few hours ago that they had left the safety of their hideout to travel to meet Xavier's mother's organization, a trip neither of them was particularly looking forward to. The stakes had never been higher, and with Xavier still lying in a coma, it was hard to shake the sense of looming disaster that clung to them like the biting winter air.