"What was that?" Cassian asked the moment the door shut behind him, his voice cold. His eyes were sharp, watching me intently, waiting for an explanation.
I noticed he was tapping his left foot, arms crossed against his chest.
I sighed, turning away from him as I busied myself with smoothing the folds of my night gown. “Dorian was just being a friend.”
“A friend,” he repeated, his tone flat, but I could feel the anger behind it. He wasn’t buying it. Not entirely.
“Yes, Cassian. He’s been my friend long before any of this,” I gestured around the room, trying to avoid his gaze. “You know that.”
“I know that you were sitting very close to him, and I walked in to see him touching your face.” His words were clipped, controlled, but I could tell that there was something simmering just bene
