MEDINA POV
He said it like it was a perfectly serious business model.
Half amused.
Half fully deranged.
Definitely delirious.
I stared at him.
He looked earnest.
I pressed my palm to my forehead, dragged in a slow breath through my nose, then set the now almost empty mug down on the bedside table before I accidentally drained the rest and humiliated myself further.
Then I turned toward him fully.
Slowly.
The way one might turn toward a small child who had just announced a plan to set the house on fire in pursuit of science.
“No, Ethan,” I said, every ounce of my patience gathering itself by force, “I never tried walking into sunlight to check whether I was going to die or discover I had moles made of diamonds. This movie is f*****g bullshit.”
He put a hand dramatically to his c
