Domenico looked back at the closed door, but then shifted his gaze to Seth, to the table that was still littered with remains of food, which they couldn’t really store anywhere, as the shack had no electricity. Or running water. It was like the Middle Ages out here, and while Domenico enjoyed some time with nature, he’d much rather be in a nice penthouse somewhere. Or in a villa close to a large city. But this shack would be their home for at least a few days, until things in the outside world settled down a bit, and Domenico was intent on enjoying his time with Seth now that they had come to a consensus about what was going on.