Brigid's smirk widened the moment her grandmother stepped into the hall. She didn't even bother with greetings—her eyes slid past Analisa to Cassian, then back again, gleaming with mischief."So," Brigid said, her voice dripping with amusement, "how was last night?"
Cassian froze where he stood, keeping his expression carefully blank. Analisa didn't even flinch. Her violet eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded her granddaughter."Direct as always. Do you want details?"
Brigid leaned back, lips curling into a taunting grin. "Depends. Was it worth hearing, or did he just flop around like a half-dead fish?"
Analisa's lips twitched, the faintest hint of amusement breaking through. "He managed. Stubborn as a mule, though. I thought he'd break in half, but he didn't."
Cassian's jaw clenched, but he kept his silence.
Brigid chuckled, tapping a finger on the armrest. "So he actually lasted? Huh. Didn't expect that. Must've been funny seeing him try to keep up."
