32. Origins

They really did.

For the eternity of their flight, and then their drive to the hosting place of the Luna's Gambit, the other three people remained in a bubble separate from her.

Angelina thanked the moon for all the times she'd tagged along with some higher ranks on errands as an omega. It was easy to fade out of notice.

Heisenberg was chilled with prominent winter already, snowing coating most of everything. Their designated driver passed onto an earthen road, and snowy trees covered her vision.

Angelina resisted the urge to have the window rolled down, to breathe in the cold air and smell of a forest so deep. It looked pristine, almost unpredictable.

With an unnoticeable breath, she looked away from the window.

"We've arrived." The driver announced in crisp English "Please continue towards the main building, your luggage will be taken care of."