#Chapter95
Elijah*
Climbing onto the boat, I catch the amused grin sitting on my brother's lips. The first place my eyes darts to out of reflex are my men cleaning his mess up from the dinning table afar then back at him. Alexei's love for blood can be termed sickening if not gruesome but I guess whosoever falls under his blade deserves their sentence. The green sparkling in its radiant color shows how much he must have enjoyed the scene played awhile back. Relaxing on the couch enjoying his drink, his free fingers work furiously on the phone he held in his vice grip. Sauntering to where he sits my index scratch my brows expelling deeply at the spot next to the railing.
