Elijah and I barely talked last night after our little argument. Things were strained at dinner, and I couldn't stand the thought of being told no or being made to feel stupid anymore, so I went to my room once I'd eaten and stayed there until I eventually fell asleep. Elijah didn't come looking for me either. So as we eat breakfast now, it's pretty damn awkward. I hate it.
"I'm sorry I raised my voice at you, Grace. I've just been stressed, and I shouldn't be taking it out on you." Elijah breaks the silence.
"I know you're stressed, but I am too. I'm trying my best to accept this new life and to learn all I can about this place. I thought you wanted me to, I thought that's why you brought me to the library. Yet any time I try to ask you something, it's like you're pissed off that I'm
