Lucas and Cassian stood in a silent standoff, the tension between them so thick it felt like the city noise had dulled to a hum in the background. I shifted my weight, glancing between them, waiting for someone to break the silence.
“So,” I prompted, crossing my arms. “Are we just going to stand here glaring at each other, or are we actually going somewhere?”
Lucas sighed, rubbing his temple. “My place.”
Cassian arched a dark brow. “You assume she wants to go to yours?”
Lucas shot him a flat look. “I’m not assuming anything. But I’d rather not discuss this in broad daylight with a dozen strangers listening in.”
Cassian hummed as if considering, then turned his sharp golden gaze on me. “And what do you think, Eloise? Are you comfortable going to his place?”
The way he said it made it
