As Thomas left the room, Elijah clenched his fists and promised himself that he would find Ash, no matter what. And when he does, there would be no more running, no more hiding. He wouldn't let Ash escape him again.
Elijah's car glided silently through the dark streets. He made a stop at a small bakery, one he knew well, and purchased a cake he'd been purchasing for the last two years, it's the third year this time. He left as quickly as he'd come.
When Elijah arrived at his house, the servants were quick to greet him, but he brushed past them without a word. They hesitated, sensing the tension radiating from him, and one of them asked cautiously, "Sir, should we prepare dinner?"
"No," Elijah replied curtly, his voice cold. "I'm not hungry."
