With the pack of medicine in hand, Alexei rushed back. "Hey, I got your—"
The words died at his lips.
Elijah wasn't in the kitchen. Not in the room.
He opened the bathroom door just in case, but no one was there.
The priestling had vanished into thin air.
Ah, that wasn't right.
There was a note. A bloody fucking note!
"Thank you for your help. I don't want to impose on you more than I already have. I think it's better for us to never meet again. – E"
The vein in his jaw twitched. Skin pulled tight over clenched teeth.
His knuckles whitened as he gripped the paper, the cheap, inky words distorting under the heat of his hand.
He stood still for a moment before loosening his grip, letting the crumbled paper float to the floor.
With a flick, he tossed the medicine onto the bedside table, right next to the fever pills he'd kept there. The ones he had personally made sure were in reach for any emergency.
