Alexei couldn't ignore the obvious anymore.
His Solnyshko loved to hide—from crowds, from confessions, from people, and most of all from his own feelings.
Whether the monsters were psychological or something literal, the young master couldn't tell.
But Elijah had them, and he sure as hell wasn't fighting his demons the way he should. Or even the way Elijah fought with him.
What a hypocrite.
Alexei had been to that dark alley where he lost his mind. Just once or twice, and it had ended in blood.
Not his, of course.
But that wasn't the point here.
If he had those fancy powers like Elijah, he would have turned the world upside down.
Perhaps that was the reason he didn't have them.
God—if there was one—was good at choosing His little angels.
Like Elijah.
And he wanted to be a part of God's wonderful plan as well.
From what he had observed so far, Elijah was teetering on the verge of breaking apart.
