Agnes
The touch on my back startled me, and I nearly spilled my drink as I jolted upright. But when I turned, it was just Elijah who was standing behind me. His hand was resting lightly on my shoulder blade, and he was staring at my back.
“You’re sunburnt,” he said simply before I could ask what he was doing.
I blinked at him, then craned my neck to look down at my shoulder. Sure enough, my skin was a vivid shade of red, already starting to sting where the sunlight had done its worst.
“Oh,” I muttered, trying to sound nonchalant. “Well, it’s not that bad. It’ll heal.”
Elijah’s brows furrowed, and he crossed his arms, giving me the kind of look a parent might give a reckless teenager. “Not that bad? Agnes, you’re as red as a lobster.”
I let out a small laugh. “Well,
