Maia was—no, is—one of his two best friends. Current.
They’d been friends since they were just toddlers.
“Maia and Elrond—”
“Elrond?”
“Yeah, he’s another warrior in our tribe. He’s like a brother to me. All three of us are practically inseparable.”
So they were close. Really close. “And Maia . . . has a crush on you?” I wondered, tugging at the sheets beneath us. I hated asking about her but I wanted to know.
“Yes.”
He said it evenly, easily enough. Here he was admitting that this girl who was his closest friend had a crush on him and that they would certainly continue to be close and—
“But Gigi . . .”
He hesitated and I frowned, unable to hide my unhappiness as I looked up at him.
He bit his lip, biting back a smile it seemed. It w
