Elias was getting impatient.
Where he sat on a rock in the distance, he tapped his thigh and counted continuously from one to ten in an attempt to calm the fiery rage bubbling in his chest, but listening to Natalia's dark and violent thoughts made it too hard for him to just sit back while Amaira was being hurt.
"When Rose wakes, I will make my move," were the last words his brother told him, but it was taking too long. Amaira would die before then and waiting another 150 years for her was not an option.
He knew Oliver wouldn't allow that to happen, but his confidence in his brother's plan was wavering. Out of trust, however, he continued to wait; Oliver had never let him down before.
As a means of distraction, he shifted his attention to the stiff woman standing quietly beside him. 'My brother had never been interested in courtship before.'
