Cassian's POV
She nods her head reluctantly, in a way that screams exhaustion.
"We will spend the night together," I finished.
She blinked, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. "Tonight?"
I looked at her knowingly. I wasn't in any mood to argue with her, especially not tonight.
A muscle in her jaw twitched, but she didn't argue. She just gave a faint, resigned nod and followed me into my room.
The house was quiet except for our footsteps echoing against the marble floors. Every sound felt amplified: her slow breathing, the faint rustle of fabric, the rhythm of my heartbeat; it felt like a nostalgic moment.
The days I would sneak out of my room when everyone was asleep to console my mum after my dad had beaten her. And now it was just me and Celine.
When we entered my room, I could see that she wanted to protest with every fiber of her being, but she chose to stay quiet.
