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I waved my hand over the flickering flame and entertained myself with watching the wax drip down the side of the candle.

Eli was sat beside me on a bean bag and Beth and Tom were on the opposite side of the room having a serious conversation.

"So, you and Blake made up," Eli said lowly.

"We didn't make up," I said.

"But you're talking now."

"I guess."

Eli nodded.

"You know, Adam doesn't hate you as much now," I said.

"He doesn't?"

"Don't get me wrong, he still doesn't like you, but the hate is just a little less."

"Why?"

"You saved my life. Maybe if I nearly die a few more times and you help keep me alive then he might start liking you."

Eli smirked and shook his head. "Adam and I will never get along. He's too proud."

"Why? What happened between you two that made you not get along?"

"It's a few things," Eli shrugged.

"Spill the beans, we've got time," I said.

"I'll talk to you if you stop looking at that damn candle and look at me, princess," Eli said and I slowly turned to face him.