Chapter 26
Calm before the storm.
Andrew’s POV
Ezekiel sat across from me, stiff and tense, his fingers curling into fists against the polished wooden desk. His face was lined with worry, his lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line. He was trying to keep himself composed, but I could see it, the unease eating away at him.
"You're telling me not to worry about Elijah?" he asked, his voice edged with disbelief. "Just like that?"
I leaned back in my chair, watching him carefully. "Yes."
His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring slightly. He didn't like that answer. He wanted more. A confirmation, a reassurance. But I wasn't going to give him that.
"You don't just get rid of Elijah that easily," he said after a moment, his voice quieter, as if speaking the words aloud would make them les
