"Where the hell are you, Lyosha? The King's Men are sniffing after you like wild dogs. What the fuck did you do now?"
Alexei winced, rubbing his ear at the voice blasting through the speaker.
"And whose phone is this? Why aren't you answering? Fuck — are you in trouble?"
"Let me speak, will you?" Alexei snapped. His patience had never been generous.
The fact that he'd lasted two hours without his own phone was already a miracle.
Nicholas had reluctantly lent him his to call home. Apparently, the priest was terrified his family might start tearing up the streets in search of him. With the way Anton was spiraling, he hadn't been wrong.
"I'm with Elijah. I'll be back soon."
"No," Anton cut in immediately. "Stay where you are. Just stay out of Randy's sight. That old man's gone mad, and he's hunting you everywhere."
The irony? Randy thought Elijah had handed Alexei that bloody chip.
It was almost funny — if not for the way Randy's paranoia now painted a target on his back.
