Isadora’s POV
“Careful.”
Cassian’s voice was firm as he helped me off the horse, but I wasn’t having it.
“I can manage,” I grumbled, swatting his hand away gently. “I’m not a porcelain doll.”
He has been doing this for quite sometime and it was getting on my nerves.
He gave me a half-smile, that infuriatingly calm expression he often wore when he found my stubbornness amusing. “I know you’re not, but you’ve just been in the hospital.”
I shot him a look. “And now I’m out. Alive and capable, thank you.”
Cassian chuckled under his breath but didn’t push it further. As I swung my leg over the saddle and slid off the horse, I noticed Magnus, Dorian, and Elena in the distance, chatting near the stable.
We were preparing to leave for the Ashwood family’s tradition—a secluded cabin in the
