35|His Flame

~Rory~

I followed Elijah out of James’ apartment. He kept a steady two steps ahead of me as we walked to my GMC parked in the visitor’s parking slot of the building.

He opened the passenger side for me. I hesitated before hopping inside, confused at his calm demeanor. It’s not that I wanted him to act on his threat about ripping James’ head. I’m grateful, really, but he even apologized for breaking and entering James’ home.

With a puffed-out chest, James threw us out of his place and slammed the door in our faces.

I should be relieved, but I fear Elijah would explode any minute.

He slipped on the driver’s side, started the car, and drove under the speed limit through the lively street