I watched over Cassia all night, but she just floated around the wake, only talking when she was spoken to, but otherwise she ignored everyone, and drank, though I used a play from Greyson's book, and ordered for her drinks to be watered down. I wanted more than anything to hold her. To comfort her, but I knew she'd never let me.
However, when I got surrounded by the elders all thrilled I was home, I lost track of her, and I quickly brushed them off, and followed Cassia's scent, a beautiful mix of jasmine and something earthy, back to her home. It led me to her twin's room. The door creaked open, and there she was, sitting on the ground, holding Greysons jacket, and leaning her head against the crib. Her body shook with silent sobs. My heart dropped. She looked so small, so fragile in thi
