ASTOR'S POV.
“I need to use the bathroom,” Xyra said, and she skipped off her seat. She must have gotten the memo. Why couldn't Clara just spare her the torture of hearing it directly from her? She wasn't a simpleton. Since she had regarded me as “babe.” That should be enough, but she just had to say it.
My throat did a frantic tap dance against my Adam's apple as Clara practically vibrated beside me.
Xyra was going to be back from the bathroom at any minute, and Clara's excitement was about to spill over across the lunch table. I shot her a pleading look, hoping to defuse the situation before it detonated.
"Clara," I hissed, keeping my voice low enough so only she could hear, "maybe we don't… announce things just yet? You know, let Xyra ease into the idea."
Clara's eyebrows shot up,
