The water dripped on Elijah's head, sliding down the tips of his black hair and down to the curve of his neck.
The steam rose in the bathroom, clinging to the mirror, shrouding the bathing exorcist in the hazy mist.
Elijah was so deep in his thoughts, his gray eyes seemingly focused on the drain, yet his look was wandering in some faraway land.
On the way back, Alexei didn't hide anything from him, telling him that the elder wanted them to break up, as Elijah's fate wasn't visible to them.
"He said I am born to devour you. Do you know what that means? Is it something like mortal enemies?"
"Are you worried?" Elijah had asked out of curiosity and also due to his hidden expectations. He didn't want Alexei to be afraid of him, and especially the kind of life they were living now.
But if the boy was really uncomfortable, he would end things neatly.
"Yeah, worried."
