I sighed as I went up to my room. It had been four days since I had last seen or heard from Cassian.
He was clearly avoiding me.
He always had dinner before I came back from work, or he was already upstairs in his study.
Our usual evening routine spent in my studio had come to an end. I could hardly even paint without him being there. I was already so used to his presence even though he was usually silent.
Today was a new day, and some small part of me still held out hope that I would see him.
Beth tried to help. She kept on telling me to talk to him because he might just be ashamed.
Why would he be ashamed? Did he think I would run away from him if I saw his scars under the mask? I wasn’t that shallow.
But there was no use. Cassian wasn’t ready to talk. He was hiding from me.
“Hey
