Fortunately(?) he assumed that the accusation was leveled at Anthony. That Fell cooed at him after didn't disavow him of the notion because he was just that much of a lovestruck fool. Alec would never admit that he found the man's enthusiasm a bit- well--cu-- endearing, but steadfastly refused to be endeared.

Instead he grunted to say that he had heard and kept his gaze forward, wanting to get this damn thing over with so he could go back to sleep. That coffee wasn't doing shit.

Or maybe it just kicked in. Or maybe it was Anthony's panicked whisper for everyone to hide that sent adrenaline flooding through his system. Fuck. Shit. Hell. He was never any good at hiding in either life. Except in Abaddon House. Outside of those strange halls and catacombs, he usually panicked until it was almost too late and then either hid behind a tree or gave up altogether.

Right now it seemed the latter as he frantically looked round for a place to hide but became wracked with indecision.