The wind on the bus was colder than usual. Most passengers were dozing in their seats, and that included Noah. There was nothing to see in the darkness, and so the witch was sleeping again to refine the consumed souls in his body even faster.
Luca, however, was looking past the window and onto the darkness of the night. It was almost ten, and the trip back to Boston from Manhattan would take them roughly five hours tonight. Unlike before, they were on a bus; their tickets paid for by SCC.
Of course, they had returned to the motel room before leaving. Luca had said goodbye to Rebecca and thanked her for her help. He also cleared out the motel room personally just so no one would find the box of condoms and packets of lube in there. The trash cans were included.
