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Elijah smoothed his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair. Walking past the dining table he straightened a plate and moved into the living room, looking around.

Ray cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes when he saw his escort give a quick smirk. The fellow paled and stammered as he backed away, leaving Ray at Elijah's door. Ray could feel a trail of nervous sweat slip down his back. Knocking, he waited for Elijah to answer.

Are you hungry?