Elijah's POV
The sunrise painted the city skyline red. Blood red. Fitting, considering the night we'd just had.
My leg throbbed like a motherfucker despite the painkillers Marcus had given me. I shifted on the old couch, trying to find a position that didn't feel like someone was jamming hot pokers into my thigh.
"You need more meds?" Marcus asked, glancing up from the laptop he was hunched over.
"What I need is a new leg," I muttered. "And maybe a time machine."
From my spot by the window, I could see everything. Michael sitting beside Tiara's bed, holding her hand like it might disappear if he let go. Victor in the corner, methodically cleaning his gun, eyes darting to the door every few seconds. Costa and Sophia arguing in hushed whispers by the kitchen area. And Adrian, working al
