Finnian loosened his grip on her a little. "If it were Keith's jacket, would you refuse?"
What kind of weird question was that? Amara was utterly bewildered by Finnian's unpredictable behavior today. She didn't even know how to respond.
Seeing her silence, Finnian gave her arm a gentle squeeze. "Answer me."
Amara thought for a moment and answered truthfully, "I wouldn't decline because Keith is my friend."
Saying this, a pang of sadness washed over her. Were she and Keith still friends?
The dim light in the cave obscured her expression from Finnian. He pulled her closer again and said, "Then just think of me as Keith."
"What? That's impossible."
How could she possibly do that? Finnian and Keith were worlds apart—no way she could confuse the two.
Biting her lip, Amara uttered, "Mr. Everly, you really don't have to..."
"Mr. Everly! Ms. Sullivan! Are you down there?"
Suddenly, a shout came from above, followed by a beam of light casting down from above their head.
Startled, Amara reflexively pushed Finnian away and stepped back. Shielding her eyes with her hand, she looked up to see Will peering down, holding a flashlight, its beam bouncing around.
Not just Will—there were other faces, and was that Keith among them?
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