Elijah
I saw the hurt look flash across Mayah’s face, but she hid it quickly. Jeremy caught my arm and pulled me back. “What are you doing, Eli?” He hissed quietly.
Shaking off his hand, I asked, a little too defensively, “What?”
“You asked her to be a part of this. She didn’t even want to do it. Please, she’s my cousin, man.”
I rubbed the back of my neck, “Yeah, sorry. Guess you’re right. I’ll try harder.” I didn’t even really have an excuse for snapping at her, except that I hated all this sappy, fake drama. Jeremy, who was almost always amiable, gave me a warning look before he went to the back of the van to start unloading more gear.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mayah. She had her arms wrapped around her middle as she stared out over the estate. Black curls had
