Elijah POV
I pushed myself up from my desk. The daylight had faded to night, and it was dangerously late. Dangerous in the sense that if it got any later, I’d lose my chance of getting to see Ambrosia.
A knock at my door inspired a new wave of irritation. “Come in,” I called, hoping whoever it was didn’t bring with them a new task. I’d messaged Ambrosia that I was trying to see her tonight, but the message had gone unread and unanswered. I couldn’t help but feel like it was because she was upset about the night prior.
And who wouldn’t be?
“Hey,” Rosalia said, peeking her head in.
Great. She was probably the last person I wanted to see right now.
“I brought your special tea,” she said, lifting up one of two mugs, as if it were a peace offering.
“Thanks,” I said. I’d intended to take
