Cassandra’s POV
I froze at the sound of the familiar voice, my heart sinking. Slowly, I turned to find Draven leaning casually against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest.
“What do you want, Draven?” I asked, keeping my tone even.
He shrugged, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “Just enjoying the view.”
I rolled my eyes, turning back to my task. “Well, enjoy it somewhere else. I’m busy.”
“Busy avoiding everyone, you mean?” he said, pushing off the tree and strolling closer.
I ignored him, snapping a branch in half and tossing it into the basket.
“You know,” he continued, his voice dropping slightly, “you’re the most interesting part of this whole trip. Watching you is like watching a cornered rabbit. So tense. So… reactive.”
I stiffened but refused to look at
