The day had been nothing short of overwhelming for Brigid. First, she was forced to help a boy infiltrate the cult she served, only to end up bound to him as his slave.
Then she discovered that same boy was a descendant of the Ven Dyke family—a house powerful enough to rival the royal family itself—and on top of that, he could absorb the essence of a god.
Now, as night settled in, she lay beside him—keeping a deliberate distance, of course. Still, her eyes never left him. The weight of her stare made Cassian shift slightly, uncomfortable even with his eyes closed.
Finally, he exhaled and muttered, "Am I really that handsome?"
Brigid's expression twisted in confusion. "What?"
Cassian cracked a small smile as he opened his eyes. "You were staring at me. I figured maybe you found my face charming?"
Brigid's expression twisted instantly into disgust. "Not a chance in hell."
