But it wasn't their appearance that caught my attention.
It was Jason's face.
He looked scattered.
Not afraid, exactly.
Angry.
Confused.
Furious.
It was as though he were fighting some kind of battle inside his own head and couldn't decide which thought to hold on to first.
I stared at Elias, then at the guards holding him.
Why was he being treated like a prisoner?
I opened my mouth to ask, but before I could get the words out, Elias suddenly laughed.
The sound was completely out of place.
It was a strange, bitter laugh that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
I turned fully toward him.
Elias looked at Jason with something almost like disbelief.
“I should have known this was what you were going to do,” he said, his voice carrying through the room. “I should have know
