ELENA
I stared slack-jawed at Jeremy, who just sat there with a straight face, after what he’d said.
Those words had shook me a tad bit, and I couldn’t believe he’d uttered them.
What was his aim? Trying to jump-scare me or something? To sway me? I couldn’t understand it…
So I did what was easiest for me.
“Hmm,” I lifted the glass of marmalade and took a long sip, my gaze intent on his face. “Sounds like a fairytale to me.”
“Wait,” he sat forward, narrowing his gaze on my face. “You don’t believe me? They—“
“God. Give it a rest, Jer. I’m really not interested in stories like that.”
He stared at me a moment too long, like he was trying to figure out if I was being serious. A mix of confusion and disbelief painted across his face.
Finally, he shrugged. “Fine. I’ll respect your wish.
