“No,” Knox says.
“Why not?” Rayana almost whines. “Because you don’t like Rafael? Grow up, Knox. Not everything is about your petty rivalries.”
“It’s not petty—”
“I’m dying.” Rayana says it simply, without drama, and somehow that makes it worse. “I have a few weeks, maybe. Months if I’m extraordinarily lucky. And I’m asking for three days to see something beautiful with a few people who may or may not care about me before my body gives out completely. Is that really so unreasonable?”
Knox doesn’t answer.
His hands are clenched at his sides and I can see him fighting something, pride or protectiveness or some combination of both that’s making it impossible for him to see past Rafael’s involvement to what Rayana is actually asking for.
How the hell did they even get talking?
“When you
