Drasa’s POV.
The knock on the door came soft but certain. I looked up from my spot on the rug, the late sunlight slicing through the curtains in lazy gold lines. Maya answered it before I could get up, her duffel bag already slung over her shoulder. She'd planned to study with her older cousin in town all weekend.
I tried not to look too excited.
“Cassian. Chasing me out of my own home. That’s a new low even for you.” Maya greeted. Her tone teasing.
“Maya.” he replied with that crooked smile of his.
“Heading out?” he asked.
She nodded, her gaze flicking between us.
“I’ll be back Sunday evening. Try not to destroy the place.”
“No promises.” I said with a smirk, which earned me a small eye roll before she turned to leave.
She muttered something about having the mind and mouth of a
