A moment later, Cassian shuffled out of his room, rubbing his eyes. and sat next to Aiden "Good morning, Aiden," he mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.
Aiden turned toward him with an automatic smile warm, familiar ready to greet him. But then his eyes caught something.
His smile faltered.
His expression darkened.
(Aiden's POV)
Cassian shuffled out of his room like a sleep-deprived ghost, hair sticking up in three different directions, eyes half-glued shut. He plopped down next to me at the kitchen table with a soft groan and mumbled, "Good morning, Aiden," voice thick like he'd swallowed cotton.
I turned toward him automatically smile already forming, warm and familiar, the kind I'd been giving him since day one. Ready to tease him about drooling on his pillow again or ask if he dreamed about that stupid rooftop party.
But then my eyes dropped.
And I saw it.
