CASSIA’S POV:
I stared at Lucius writhing on the bed beside me in visible distress and my heart went out to him. What was it that made him look so grieved and tortured and why did he have these nightmares every single night?
I reached out a finger to poke him but hesitated just before my skin made contact with his. He always looked angry when I woke him and today wouldn't be an exception, I was sure.
It was probably better to leave the room and let him wake up on his own.
I sat up on the bed and looked around.
It was barely dawn and the light from outside was just sufficient for me to make out his features. I let my feet touch the floor and pulled my luggage towards me. The tent was nowhere large enough for two people to share and I wondered if this was orchestrated on purpose; some
