Ambrosia POV
I returned to the doors- one of which was off the hinge- just in time for Beckett to descend the stairs. Elijah rushed past him, throwing his arms around me. “You looked like you were in so much pain- are you alright?”
I pushed him away gently, “You’re so paranoid. It didn’t hurt that much. Certainly no more than this,” I pressed my thumb on his bullet wound lightly- just enough for him to wince. “Speaking of which, Beckett, do you have a first aid kit?”
“I do,” he replied. “I’ll call for it in the meeting room, where we’ll go over your results and…” his face was already pretty grave, but somehow, his expression chilled further. “…you’ll meet the elders.”
“You made that sound plenty ominous,” Elijah said, voicing my thoughts.
Beckett said nothing as we walked down the lo
