Chapter 19 Eighteen

• “Elna!” I jump in fright at the sound of the voice, eyes wide open and lips pulled into a frown as I turn around to face whoever thinks it fun to shout out my name on a warm, beautiful evening. “Get away from there.”
• “Goddamit Brandon, lower your voice,” I scream back at him and push away from the railing. “You are screaming like a crazy banshee whose wife left him a day after their wedding and now his life is a mess.”
• What am I even saying? I offer Brandon a sheepish smile, thankful to see that he finds my statement funny. “Sorry,” I murmur. This is what I become when my best friend is upset with me, a swearing mess.