"Where do you want me to start?"
Tyrus downed a single shot faster than the three could react. As the glass touched the marble counter, a loud ringing sound pulled their attention to him.
"Come on now," he teased, a wide grin forming on his rugged face. "Any later and he might just return with a surprise."
Dmitri and Johannes' muscles tensed, feeling an unprecedented amount of danger—not from Tyrus, but from whom he associated those words.
Is Elias nearby? Johannes quickly glanced at Evelyn, finding her posture a little strange. Her head aimed not to Tyrus, but to a section of the wall in the southern direction.
Her eyes were wide open, sweat slowly rolling down from her forehead.
"Evelyn, did you sense him?"
"No, it's not him."
She replied in a hurry, then grabbed ahold of Johannes' shirt, "We need to get out of here, now!"
Tyrus continued to gobble down the gin, indifferent towards her advice.
Dmitri quickly turned to his comms, tuning into the channel.
