Drowning

Days went by and Elias saw less of Adeline, but still kept the key downstairs. He heard interesting rumors of a young woman sneaking downstairs every night with a basket of food. Whatever pleased her, he'd bat a lash. It wasn't like Asher even recognized her or understood her kindness.

Elias's lips twisted into a sinister smirk. Asher was no longer a threat the day he wiped his own memories, like a coward. A hidden Pure-Blood, how interesting was that?

Sitting quietly at his desk, Elias shuffled through the document papers. Reading glasses rested low on his nose, a metal pen aimlessly swirled between his fingertips. He felt the twins' pressuring gaze and their slight nudges towards each other. 

A few more seconds of insufferable silence passed. The clock ticked on the wall, tik, tock, tik, tock. The pen scribbled on the paper, a fine noise of metal scratching against wood, whereas the paper rustled whenever Elias moved onto the next document.