Anthony had already managed to tune out of the conversation — it just felt like white noise to him, now. He felt sick. Was it even possible to feel sick from pure fear? Well, it seemed like it was.

He turned his head sharply to look at the stranger, who was now leaving. He wasn't sure what to feel about that. On one hand, he very quickly had grown to hate the guy, but on the other, right now he was genuinely terrified of Elijah and the thought of being alone with him.

Anthony's breathing became slightly shaky as he looked up at Elijah.