ARDEN
“What are you doing here?” I asked, still flustered. Despite the cool air flowing through the windows, my body felt hot all over.
Cade pointed at the fruit basket he was holding in his other hand. “I’m visiting my faction members,” he said smoothly, stepping further into the room. His gaze then landed on Owen. “How are you feeling?”
Owen, being Owen, smiled victoriously. “I’m good. I heard those bastards are going to pay for my hospital fees. Thank you. I’ve never had the chance to say that to you.”
“It’s no problem,” Cade replied, placing the fruit basket on the table.
“Although,” Owen chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eyes that made my breath hitch, “I think you should be asking Arden how she’s feeling instead.”
I should have launched that fruit basket directly at his
