'Now what is HE doing here?' Eli's eyes flew wide, the steady rhythm of the heart monitor betraying him again.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Caelen stepped through the doorway, bandages wrapping across his arms and shoulders, faint molten cracks still glowing faintly beneath the gauze.
Even in his battered state, he carried himself like the world was his stage.
A smirk curved his lips, sharp and practiced, but his gaze flicked between Eli and Kairo like a predator scenting blood.
"I was going to get discharged today," Caelen drawled, his voice low and deliberate, "and decided to pay Elione a visit. Then I ran into the lovely Mrs. Elois Ahn in the hall. She told me Kairo was here."
His smirk thinned into something more dangerous, his eyes narrowing at the man across from him. "…Imagine my surprise to hear you talking about me."
