“Adrian.”
Elleri’s voice was quiet, barely more than a murmur as she approached, carrying a pillow and blanket. Her grandmother had insisted on staying in her room tonight, and since saying no wasn’t an option, Elleri had agreed. That left Adrian with nowhere else to sleep but the living room.
Stepping out of her bedroom, Elleri found him sprawled on the sofa, a beer bottle dangling from his fingers. Another sat half-empty on the table.
“You drink?” she asked, dropping the blanket and pillow onto the couch beside him.
Adrian took a lazy sip, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Only when I don’t feel great.”
She folded her arms, watching him carefully. “Is this about what Lola said?”
Adrian turned his gaze to her, and for a second, he hesitated. The truth weighed on him. Elleri was a good per
