The rest of the morning consisted of Elijah and I staying in bed and going back and forth in the kitchen.
When I heard a voice from below the mansion and saw that it was almost 11 o’clock, I immediately told him to prepare for the day, knowing that someone was here to fetch him.
“I don’t want to.”
My mouth gaped.
“But I think Cain is here.”
Elijah slumped back on his bed and closed his eyes. ”He can’t make me.”
My mouth opened wider.
“B-But—“
”You said I’m allowed to relax. I’m getting it.”
My hand went to the side of my head, itching. What have I done?
”Elijah?” Someone knocked on the door. My eyes widened. It’s Cain.
“Elijah,” I whispered and went to the side of the bed where he continued laying down with his eyes closed.
“Come on, Cain is here.” I tugged his hand. Bu
