Elias kept his gaze locked on the screen, jaw tight, but his voice was steady. "What are you going to do with this?"
Victor didn't answer right away. Instead, he crossed to the cabinet set into the far wall, glass and steel gleaming under the lamplight. He opened it with the same patience he carried into battle and drew out a decanter of dark amber liquor, pouring two measures with unhurried precision.
Elias's irritation rose with every second of silence, but he didn't break it. Not yet.
Victor returned, holding one glass out with the ease of a man who expected it to be taken. Elias accepted, though his eyes flicked once between the drink and Victor's crimson stare before lifting it to his lips. The liquor burned, sharp and honeyed, as though it was meant to coax answers from his tongue before Victor's.
