Kaelen’s POV
“I don't… I don't know what you are talking about.”
Cassien watched my expression. He didn't hide it. The pressure of his gaze was like a tornado, trying to unmask me. I turned to the side, folding my arms.
I heard him scoff. Slowly, he created distance between us, heading for the table that stood at the side. Pouring himself a glass of water, he took one last look at me then took a seat on the couch.
“You keep staring at me, what's that for? Some tactic?” I asked.
I spotted a small smile before he brought the glass to his lips. “It could be but I'm only giving you time to tell me what truly is going on,” he said.
“Nothing is. And even if there is, why would I tell you?”
I was pushing it but I needed some way to channel my anxiety. “So you are saying there is something,
