Elijah POV
I jammed an additional pair of jeans in my suitcase and tried to ignore Jerome’s eyes boring a hole in my back. “Dude,” he spat. If his words were bullets, that would’ve been a head shot. “You cannot keep leaving the pack. I mean, we’re starting to get stable but…” he ran a hand through his hair. “You can’t- if you keep leaving like this-” he groaned, “Listen. The people are talking.”
“They’re always talking,” I replied, zipping the suitcase. “And I won’t be gone so long this time - just through the weekend. Ambrosia isn’t going, so I can fly.”
Jerome remained in the doorway, even when I pulled the suitcase off the bed. “Listen. Lily and Ambrosia both have contacts in Louisiana that know where I can ask around about Belladonna, but this place doesn’t exactly have a hotline
