Cassian whimpered as he watched Lynsandra approach. He glared at Evander, who was walking a little too close to her, but reluctantly looked away.
This is not the time to confront this priest, he told himself. I should make up with Lizzie first.
With that thought in mind, Cassian dramatically lifted his puppy eyes. At the same time, Lynsandra and Evander stopped a step away from him.
"Lizzie," he whimpered, his eyes rounding. He kept his arms raised, still kneeling on the salt that grazed his knees. "I'll do anything for you to forgive me."
Lynsandra arched a brow. "Anything?"
Cassian blushed, making her already dead expression die for the second time. He looked away slightly, and whatever thoughts were running through his mind were something she absolutely did not want to know.
"Yes," he whispered, fluttering his eyelashes coquettishly. "Anything."
His answer, however, sent a chill creeping up her spine.
