Ambrosia POV
I’m woman enough to admit when I am sulking- and I had to here. I was sulking.
An hour passed with no conversation between us. We listened to a podcast detailing current events. Usually, I could at least listen halfheartedly- but today, I had no interest in what was going on in the white house, or what new disaster was infecting the world of the humans around us. Instead, I was focused on the dotted lines, and how this trip was going to cost Elijah his life. Already, we’d met two instances of bad luck- and he was trapped here with me, my infectious aura thickening, tangling around him, choking the enthusiasm right out of him.
“Ambrosia,” he glanced my way, and I could practically feel the anxiety dripping off of him. “It’s… it’s okay.”
I blinked. Was it though? His phone a
