"Asher," Elijah growled, his voice coming back to him after a few good swallows. He still sounded hoarse, like a man whose throat had been dry for weeks in a desert.

It was a warning. He needed to know what had happened. And he needed to know right now.

His hand went up from Asher's front to his jaw, tilting his face up to see that bruise properly. Something dark and dangerous curled in the pits of his stomach.

"Where's Rob?"