Cassian's voice carried a teasing lilt, subtle but impossible to miss. And just like that, Evangeline's heart rate spiraled out of control.
Her cheeks burned—God, she was probably glowing red at this point. She avoided his gaze, eyes darting anywhere but at him.
'He's doing this on purpose.'
There was no way he hadn't noticed her hesitation, hadn't picked up on the mess of thoughts running wild in her head. That was why he'd asked. He was toying with her.
Evangeline mentally cursed him for being so damn smug and for having a voice that made her stomach flip every time he spoke.
"I—" She fumbled for words, her mind going completely blank.
And then, at the perfect moment, a black stray cat darted out from the stairwell.
"Meow—"
The sharp cry sliced through the quiet night, making Eva
