He pulled down his shirt completely and immediately crossed his arms over his chest, breathing out slowly, audibly.
Strange.
I'd never seen the man look this exhausted, not even when he was downing gallons of alcohol daily.
“Are you unwell?” I asked, taking a slow, cautious step towards him instinctively.
His brows pulled together, like my question confused him.
“Why would I be?”
“You look like s**t,” I pointed out humorously, he didn't find it that funny.
Of course Elias has spent the last few days avoiding a conversation with me, about anything and quite frankly, it bothered me, more than I let on.
Why save me if he still wants nothing to do with me?
“Well, finding vodka in this dump of a village has been named rather fruitless pursuit,” He muttered, lips twisting into a
