“They’re in there,” Wyatt pointed to his house, which for the most part remained intact.
“Alright, get down. We don’t want Celeste to see us yet.”
Wyatt crouched down, following Solana as they crawled towards the kitchen wall. Pieces of conversation permeated through the dense brick. Wyatt held his ear up to the wall to get a better idea of what they were saying.
“You’re trembling,” a feminine voice declared. Surely, it had to be the Celeste that Solana mentioned.
Elijah didn’t respond. Was he overwhelmed by her already? Wyatt dreaded that his best friend was on the verge of death, but he didn’t want to tell Solana that.
“What do we do?” Wyatt asked Solana hastily.
“I’m thinking. If only Keith were here. He’d have a plan by now.”
Wyatt stuck his ear to the bricks again, “Are you afraid? You should be. After all, this is where you’ll die. You’re untrained, inexperienced, and worst of all, you’re a coward.”
Elijah, don’t tell me you’re buying her garbage. That’s not who you are. You’re not a coward. You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. Even though you’re afraid that you might die, you’re still standing up to her. That alone is brave enough.
“I’ve got it!” Solana cheered. “But I’m going to need your help. And you might be risking your life. That okay with you?”
Wyatt initially staggered when she said that, but steeled himself for Elijah’s sake, “For Elijah, I would do anything.”
“You two really are inseparable, huh?” Solana snickered. “Whenever Elijah’s alone, he’s crammed in his room writing you a letter. He never stopped caring about you, even after the Master sent you back to Old Tenebris.”
“He hasn’t been too much of a problem for the Order, has he? There are times that he can be...dense.”
“Oh, believe me, I know. But, he’s a good guy at heart. Now, is your front door open?”