He glances quickly at Nymera and pulls me away from her. We hide behind a hut. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
“Cassian hasn’t been feeding, he’s irritable,” he confesses. “I’m worried he’ll do something stupid out of his bad mood.”
“You talk like he’s a child.”
“He’s not, but he’s not used to being denied anything.” He sighs again. “He doesn’t like being told what to do or being forbidden, and here we are, with him stuck outside because he’s not allowed in while you, his feeder, are here with the leader of the Halfbloods ones stinking up your scent.”
“I don’t see why he should care.”
The corners of his eyes wrinkle as he smiles genuinely.
“Poor naive girl.”
“So,” I ignore his comment, “should we leave now that we’re here and close to solving the problem?” I lower my voic
