Not close enough to be part of our group, but definitely not far enough to be on his own business either.
A flicker of irritation sparks in my chest. Is he… following me?
I pick up the pace, nudging my parents forward. “Come on, it’s just down here.”
They don’t question the rush, thankfully. My mom is too busy glancing around, lips pursed in a way that tells me she’s mentally listing all the ways this place is beneath her. My dad, on the other hand, seems fascinated, trailing his fingers over the stone walls like he’s appreciating the craftsmanship.
When we reach my door, I take one last glance over my shoulder. Elijah slows, leans against a wall, arms crossed. Watching. Waiting.
I shove down the unease curling in my stomach and push open the door. “Here it is.”
My mom steps inside f
