“I love you,” Kassian whispered, kissing the top of her head.
Raena turned to look at him, narrowing her eyes. They had taken a comfortable, though not very appropriate, position in one of the drawing rooms—him sitting in the corner of a sofa and her leaning against his chest while reading a book. She was used to him striding into the room and making himself comfortable somewhere close to her. At least this time, he didn’t insist on holding her on his lap. She usually ignored him while he sat there with his arms around her, lazily playing with her hair or resting with his eyes closed.
At first, it bothered her. She thought he was just asking for attention, so she stopped what she was doing every time. But gradually, she realized he genuinely didn’t mind; it was just his way of unwinding
