Elio's eyes alternated between the bright screen and Court's embarassed face. He pursed his lips, clutched his sides and made sure to glare thoroughly through her soul.
Court looked everywhere but at the ravenette beside her, perched on a park bench, demanding an explanation. The red dot that glowed over the map on her phone screen showed that Alora Hemming was somewhere inside the Steele Villa and not brutally kidnapped, unless Finn Steele had picked up a side-hobby for extra cash.
Heaven help the world if Griffin Steele of all people needed extra cash.
"I-I I'll get her," Court coughed out in an awkward whisper, pupils shifting as she pressed the lock button of her phone. The brightness between them died out and Court couldn't witness the sharp breath that Elio inhaled.
