Cassel — POV
That tiny gesture warmed me more than I wanted to admit.
Leaving Henry and his conflicted expression behind, I strode confidently out of the rundown shop.
The building groaned around us, its broken windows rattling in the wind.
"Boss!" Robin yelled after me. "I'll bring Frederick too—after I gather enough stuff for my daughter!"
Idiot.
I exhaled a long sigh, refusing to dignify that with a response.
Outside, the world had turned dreary. Dark clouds hung overhead like bruises spreading across the sky.
The wind whipped through the empty street, dragging scraps of paper and ash along the cracked asphalt.
The faint scent of gunpowder and decayed flesh lingered in the air.
Rosalia's intense stare drew me back.
She was gazing at me so intently that it almost made me falter.
"What is it?" I asked softly.
She startled, her eyes widening before she quickly looked away.
"No… nothing. Nothing at all."
I couldn't help the smirk tugging at my lips.
