Euphie was absolutely livid. Her eyes shot daggers straight through my soul. It was a wonder how I was still alive and standing. I rubbed the nape of my neck, unsure of what to do with my hands. How do I even begin to pacify her?
I took a step toward her, reaching for her arm as I started, "Euphie, I'm really sorry. I… I f****d up. I wasn't thinking—" but Euphie wasn't going to buy it this time. She sidestepped my touch and raised a hand at me, stopping me short. "Not. A. Word," she snapped, then marched into the hut.
I heaved a sigh—I had really f****d up this time. She was so angry that she could barely look at me. Still, I chased after her. "Euphie, wait!"
Before I could apologize once more, a familiar face emerged from the hut.
"Forrest!" Jasmine called as she ran over and gave m
