MINA
Calista gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest as though she were the victim and I was the one who had just been sent flying face-first into a puddle of half-melted slush.
“Oh no,” she babbled immediately, her words spilling out. “Mina, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking! I think someone pushed me! Or maybe the wind. Yes, the wind is so strong tonight, right? Or maybe the lights blinded me—”
She kept going and going.
I sat there silently, soaked to the skin, my palms throbbing where they hit the unforgiving ground. A sticky liquid ran down my sleeves, mixing with the chill of the night air that seeped into my bones.
Elias, however, exhaled sharply through his nose. “I think you might be drunk, Calista,” he remarked.
Calista giggled, swaying slightly on her feet. “Oooh,
