Asher knew the moment Elijah's phone rang that the hornet's nest had been poked. He didn't so much as blink, his expression perfectly neutral, and body language betraying nothing as Elijah lifted the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" Elijah answered, sounding almost bored.
With his keen hearing, Asher caught the faint words from the other end, "They're gone."
For the briefest moment, a flicker of annoyance crossed Elijah's face, and then it was gone. "Is that so?" he said quietly, the edge beneath his tone unmistakable. "Hold onto him. We'll arrive soon."
Asher knew exactly who him was.
Roman.
And judging by Elijah's tone, whatever awaited his brother wasn't going to be pleasant.
Yet Asher didn't so much as twitch. He sat there with his hands relaxed, his posture casual, and his expression practically carved from ice. He gave Elijah nothing to read.
Elijah ended the call and slowly set the phone aside. Then, deliberately, he turned his head toward Asher.
