"Elijah!” Hermione stood abruptly, her breath catching as her gaze locked on his blood-streaked hands. “What happened? W-Why do you have blood on your hands?!”
Hearing his wife’s voice, Elijah’s expression softened. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief before approaching her. “It’s nothing serious. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
“No, they didn’t…” she trailed off, still fixated on his hands. “But… you look like you just hurt someone.”
“Just the guards who tried to stop me from getting here,” Elijah replied bluntly.
“W-What?” Felicity gasped, her voice rising in disbelief. “You beat up the police officers?”
Elijah didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his gaze shifted to Felicity, cold and unyielding.
“I don’t care who they are," he said quietly, his words chilling. "Anyone who
