~Eliana~

My phone had been ringing nonstop, even though I had texted my parents that I was fine, and was just running a little bit late. I didn’t want to pick up the call because I was in no mood to start thinking of a lie to tell them. When we were on our way home, I could think of something to tell him.

It had been so long since I stepped into Alistair’s house, and it remained the same, even after six years had passed. He didn’t seem to be interested in the interior, and I couldn’t begin to think of how many ways it could be made to...