Fawn’s POV
He didn’t smile.
But he didn’t look away either.
“Fine,” I said at last, because silence makes me itchy. “If you’re going to ‘handle me’ and I’m about to be dumped in your fancy sky-cage, we should probably get to the fun part.”
His brows pulled together. “I’m almost afraid to ask… what’s the fun part?”
“Orientation,” I said. “The Cassandra Huntington crash course. 101. Maybe 201. Everything you think I should know before I step out there and accidentally call your mother Karen.”
He huffed out a breath. I could see he didn’t believe I didn’t know anything. He thought this was an act. “Her name is Elise.”
“See?” I pointed at him. “Already worth doing this.”
He scrubbed a hand over his jaw like he was resisting the urge to walk out and let me wing it. Then he stood, moved
