Alexei noticed Elijah's peculiar reaction only when they were nearing their destination.
The place was near an offside beach, hidden away from the prying eyes.
All this made Alexei aware of one thing.
These mysterious masters really liked to stay in seclusion, leaving their hidden dens for some profound business before hurrying back in.
Like a true hermit.
He calmly drove on the path while staring at Elijah from the corner of his eye.
It really wasn't his imagination.
Elijah's lips were pressed in a thin line, his gray eyes distant and cold.
For a fleeting second, Alexei wondered if those eyes were looking at the sea ahead or somewhere much farther.
To others, this might have seemed like the everyday exorcist. Yet Alexei could indeed pick the subtle distinction between Elijah's cold indifference and this tense stance.
His baby was a bit stiff, almost like a student about to meet his teacher for a yearly report.
The comparison made Alexei want to laugh, but he held it in.
