She was awake for a while, but unwilling to move. Cassandra just didn’t want to come to the moment when they would have to face last night’s issue again. She was still at a loss about the Prince’s violent reaction. Why was he so against it? He hadn’t given any reason for his sudden anger from the previous night. Cassandra was afraid it would be the same all over again that morning, and didn’t dare to say a word.
“How’s your arm?”
His deep, low voice surprised her. Cassandra looked up, finally meeting the Prince’s eyes. The black irises seemed free from all anger, making her feel a bit better.
“I’m fine.”
“You have bruises.”
How did he know? Cassandra was still covered by the fur cloak, and held against him. Had he peeked while she was still asleep? And if so, how long had he been awa
