As the sharp pain from Ivy's knee strike slowly subsided and gave way to a dull ache, Cassian looked at the other girls in the room.
He searched for an apology or concern in their eyes, but all he found was an ice-cold indifference.
Olivia had retreated to her cushion by the fireplace, wrapping her hands around her hot cup, listening to the crackling of the fire.
She wasn't even turning to look at Cassian; acting as if there wasn't someone writhing on the floor right there.
As for Eula, she was sitting upright at the table, her eyes fixed on the darkness outside the window.
The gentle smile on her face had been erased, leaving a cold distance in its place.
It was as if they had all made a silent agreement that Cassian deserved this.
Cassian straightened up on his knees, holding the still-aching part with his hand.
"I thought I was your prince," he said, his voice a bit choked, a bit mocking.
