Kathryn's Point of View
I lift my glass of water to my mouth, taking a sip when Elijah's phone buzzes on the counter.
Without meaning to, I glance at the screen as I place my glass down.
Marcus:
She's been handled.
I frown, confused, but before I can do anything, Elijah steps in and picks up his phone.
I pretend to pick up my glass again, taking a sip as I watch him from the corner of my eye.
He quickly types back before looking at me.
"Who was that?"
I ask, and he shrugs.
"No one important."
He says, and I frown but before either of us can say anything else, a sharp knock at the door startles us.
Elijah tenses slightly before he heads to the door. I stay standing at the counter for a few seconds longer, just staring at the now dark phone screen before following him to the l
