Elijah's Point of View
I step out into the cool night air, my jaw clenched. I quickly make my way to the far end of the parking lot, away from the building, the light, the noise and the prying ears. I pull my phone out of my pocket and hesitate for a minute as I stare down at it, then with a glance around the area to make sure that no one is nearby, I dial the all to familiar number.
It rings once, before he answers immediately.
"Elijah. I heard the police got Colton back safely. Is he okay?"
I sigh, and nod my head even though I know he can't see me.
"Yes. He is okay. He is scared and confused. But at least for now he is safe and back with us."
"I'm glad he is okay, but I am assuming something happened or is wrong, otherwise you wouldn't have called me? What do you need handled?"
