Elijah POV
Days passed. Ambrosia and I talked - in the sense that I pestered her to make sure her windows were repaired (they were), and to make sure she hadn’t done any spellcasting (she hadn’t). But every time I asked to visit, she denied me. And I felt like I did need approval this time, since that was clearly a point of contention to her.
I was worried, but as long as I got my one- or two-word messages from her twice a day, I could practice restraint.
Meanwhile, the Louisiana trip was becoming something of a misadventure. My reports from Presley and Terry were confused to say the least. They’d missed their first flight and hadn’t flown out until the next day. When they got there, they had to stop and greet an alpha of a different pack, considering Baton Rouge was uncomfortably clos
