CAUIS
Silence detonates between us.
I don't blink. I don't move.
And maybe that's because I wasn't expecting it. And there's just something about muttering the word, “mate” beside me that switches something off inside my head.
And it sure as well isn't something those two should be anywhere near.
“No.” I say, my voice low.
“Wrong answer.” Ronan butts in with that smirk that makes me want to break things, especially his head. “Your reply should be why did we use ‘our’ but obviously, you are slow.”
I blink once.
Because for a second—just a second—my brain stalls.
Their our wasn’t a slip.
They meant it.
But before I can ask what the f**k they’re implying—
Maddox beats me to it.
His voice is almost quiet this time. Cautious.
“Caius… you’re older. You’ve studied more of the lore.
