“I love that you think of our dinners as a date.”
I freeze in the middle of the hallway, which earns me a look from one of the guards. I project all my hatred as I keep walking and descend the steps one by one. His deep laugh melodically echoes in my head. I hold my breath.
“Though our big date hasn’t happened yet.”
I growl before the double doors of the great hall. The guards open them for me, surely thinking I’ve completely lost my mind.
The dim candlelight hanging above makes the place seem warm, despite housing death within its walls. Cassian greets me with legs sheathed in leather riding pants, boots gleaming as if freshly polished, and his shirt with the top buttons undone. His posture is relaxed, one leg slung over the armrest of his seat and one hand lazily holding a goblet tha
