Chapter 125
Chapter 125
ATASHA’S POV
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“What do you think?” I asked, trying to sound casual after his first bite. I kept my eyes fixed on the table, pretending it didn’t matter. But by the third spoonful, my patience snapped. I leaned forward slightly, waiting for an answer I wasn’t sure I wanted.
Cassian didn’t speak. Instead, he dipped the spoon again and lifted it… toward me.
I blinked, my mind going blank. “What-”
The spoon lingered in the air between us. His crimson eyes stayed on me, expectant.
My lips parted, but no words came. My head turned instinctively toward Grace, only to find her quickly looking away, her face angled toward the brazier like she hadn’t noticed a thing.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. With no escape, I leaned forward and tasted it straight from the spoon. The stew was warm, savory, the herbs balanced just right. But none of that explained the way my stomach knotted or why my heart had leapt into my throat.
Cassian set the spoon back into the bowl. “It’s delicious,” he said simply.
I swallowed, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “Thank you.” My voice came out smaller than I intended.
His mouth twitched, the faintest shadow of a smirk. “I thought you could only grill meat.”
I froze. The words hit harder than they should have. My eyes widened as I blinked at him. “You… you remember that?”
The memory rushed back before I could stop it, the cave, the fire, the taste of smoke in the air. And then his mouth on mine, fierce and consuming, leaving me with nothing but heat and confusion. I had convinced myself he had forgotten. Or worse, that it hadn’t meant a thing to him at all.
I lowered my gaze quickly, but it was too late. My face burned, my pulse thudded against my ears. I was pretty certain he could hear my heartbeat. He had remembered. Not just the meat, but that kiss.
My fingers tightened on my lap. “I… I actually thought you didn’t remember it anymore,” I admitted, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
Cassian didn’t answer right away. His gaze lingered, sharp enough to make me squirm, but steady in a way that made my chest ache.
The silence stretched until I couldn’t take it anymore. I forced a shaky breath, lifting my eyes again.
And found him still watching me.
“You hoped I would forget?” he asked, and the question caught me so off guard I almost dropped the spoon. How could he just ask something like that so directly?
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“Of course not…” The words stumbled out of me too fast. I twisted my fingers together, searching for the right way to explain. “I just thought… I thought maybe-” I stopped, as I tried to avoid his gaze. “Mendez told me about the Red Moon. So…”
I trailed off, my thoughts tangling.
The flap lifted anyway. Matron Yara stepped inside without hesitation. One look was enough to tell she already knew I was here. Her gaze flicked to the bowl between us, then to the way Cassian still sat across from
- me.
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