Ambrose didn't look up when Caleb returned. He couldn't afford to. Ambrose had realized how far he let himself out of control, and Caleb would only make him lose it all over again. He shook his head and continued reading through the material. The magic being explained was fairly high level for someone like him. But Ambrose was still learning from it. Absorbing it. Gaining an edge by having some kind of understanding of the magic the people around him performed effortlessly. 

Ambrose was shaken out of his concentration when Sam pounded a fist on the desk. He shot a glare at her before returning his gaze to the reading. "Use it? That awful magic on Alex is what you mean right?" His voice was hostile, "Yep. He definitely did and almost killed his friend in the process." 

Jeremy stood up from his spot and strode to Ambrose's side, knocking the books to the side. "Can you at least like you care Caleb is going to get himself killed? A Tuchlucha is one of the worst demons we could have possibly run into!" Jeremy snarled at Ambrose. 

"I'm not his baby sitter!" Ambrose shot back, bending down to pick the books back up. "Stop acting like I know what the fuck is going on with him. You all know him better then me!" Ambrose stopped himself, wanting to scream more at them. He took a deep breath, "But.. You're right. We need to get him back. Make sure he doesn't blow this for us." Ambrose met the gaze of Samantha, "You know him the best, you're going have to lead us." Jeremy nodded, relaxing finally and turning to face Samantha as well.