CASSIAN
The smell of garlic butter and rosemary filled my nose the moment I walked into Azalea’s apartment. The warm scent made my mouth water.
Azalea came out of the kitchen wearing an apron over her soft purple dress. Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, with small pieces falling around her face. When she looked up at me and smiled, my heart started beating faster.
“You’re right on time,” she said, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel.
I leaned in and kissed her cheek softly. “You look beautiful, darling.”
Her eyes sparkled, but I could see something darker hiding behind them. “Are you okay?” she asked, studying my face.
I nodded and forced a smile. “Just tired from work.”
She didn’t ask more questions, and I was thankful for that. I wasn’t ready to talk about what had really h
