Fate had a funny way of showing up — uninvited, dramatic, and always at the worst possible moment. And right now, Elijah found it downright churlish.
Everything had been normal, or at least, his version of normal. Which meant hauling a half-drunk Nicholas into bed while the man clung to him like a barnacle on a shipwreck.
He had just managed to pry Nicholas off his arm when the already-open door swung inward with a heavy bang.
Elijah knew it was bad manners to leave it open, but juggling a sloshed man and a backpack didn't exactly leave him a free hand for door etiquette.
Which was how he ended up staring at Alexei Vetrov, and Alexei was staring right back, his expression filled with ... rage?
"You…" the red-haired teen bit off the word like it tasted foul, his gaze flicking from the exorcist to the tousled figure in the bed.
Elijah was genuinely baffled by such a sharp glare.
He looked down at himself and noticed how he was practically straddling flushed Nicholas.
