Cassian’s POV
“Cassian, hold on!” Arielle exclaimed breathlessly as I dragged her downstairs from her room.
“I don’t want to waste this moment,” I answered simply, my hand refusing to let go of hers.
We stepped into the kitchen, the faint smell of spices and detergent lingering in the air. I released her hand long enough to reach for one of the aprons hanging on the wall. I tied it around my waist with an exaggerated sigh, then turned to face her.
Her lips pressed together as she tried not to laugh, but the sparkle in her eyes gave her away.
“What?” I asked softly, raising a brow. “Do I look weird?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head quickly. “Actually, you look… cool.”
That lasted only two seconds before she burst into laughter. The sound of it made me laugh too.
“Before Soraya come
