Cassandra
From my peripheral vision, I see Tarra looking at me expectantly. What she is expecting me to say, I do not know. But by the way that her mouth falls open, I am guessing my suggestion was not it.
"Don't be silly. We can share a room. It is a suite after all. You can get the couch, or we can even order you a rollaway bed."
Crayvin turns around in the passenger seat to look at me incredulously. "Really?"
"Yeah, really?" Tarra asks not so subtly.
I shrug my shoulders and avoid looking at my sister. I don't have to look at her to know her eyes are probably fuming with worry and are about to pop out of their sockets.
I make eye contact with Crayvin and nod my head. Trying with everything in me to control the way my heart rate just quickened, and gulp down the ginormous lump that
