Kassandra's POV
I lean forward from the wall as soon as Clayden leaves the guest room. Unlike earlier, he is wearing a white shirt and pants this time. He closes the door slowly before his gaze moves to mine.
"Why are you still here?"
I bit my lower lip. Worried.
"Is she fine?"
His forehead furrowed. "I thought you hated her? Why are you so worked up about her situation?"
I blink my eyes. Does he know?!
How-
Ah.
It's my time to frown at him. "Can't you stop reading what's inside my head? You're making me conscious!" I looked away, trying so hard not to think about anything.
He chuckled before stepping closer to me. I reacted when he bent over while hissing. "How hard-headed. You just injured yourself last night, and now you got scratches and wounds." He look
