“Absolutely not,” Cyrus turns me down the moment I inform him about my best friend’s bright idea. Ah, I should’ve seen this coming. I sigh, then shrug. It’s not like I’ll be able to make up his mind.
“I’m not exactly thrilled about it either … But we’re going to need as much help as we can get, you know that, right?” I ask, earning myself some undecipherable muttering in return. “Huh?”
His clenched jaw relaxes, but at the same time, he shakes his head. “I’m not … I don’t know, I really can’t have your friends on my conscience as well,” he finally expresses his concerns. “I can’t guarantee that no one will get hurt. Do you understand that?” he asks.
I frown on the other side of the table, but I nod. “Yeah, of course I understand. I’m not that thick-headed,” I murmur, slowly drawing a sma
