“I told you so.”
I mentally groaned. “Shut up.”
Castien sat beside me again and moved his fingers through my hair.
“You really thought we left?” he asked softly.
I looked down awkwardly.
“The bed was empty,” I muttered.
Darren moved closer until I was practically tucked against his chest again.
“Cassie,” he said gently. “Never think like that.”
Something emotional twisted painfully in my chest again, but this time it was warm instead of sad.
“We went downstairs to make breakfast,” Castien explained.
Bastian snorted loudly. “Correction. I carried the entire cooking experience.”
“You nearly killed us,” Darren muttered.
“I was expressing creativity.”
“You put metal in the microwave.”
“That sounds fake.”
“It literally happened ten minutes ago.”
I laughed so hard my stomach hur
