I’ve setted in a chair at the kitchen bar rather than the table. It’s further away from Will and closer to Luc. Richie puts a plate of pancakes, two pieces of bacon and a small portion of eggs. I thank him before eating.
“So, what happened while you were there?” Will asks. I try not to focus on the slow drawl of his words, voice thick with sleep.
“They don’t know I know.” I answer, more for Richie than for WIll. “They thought Castien was kidnapping me,” I laugh as I think about it. I glance over behind my shoulder at him. I bite my lip, remembering how he held me as I cried. I never expected him to comfort me, to hold me as I broke down. Last time he freaked out, cursing with wide eyes. My eyes narrow, does he only act chivalrous when the guys weren't around?
Castien smirks at me and I
