*Maximus POV*
When Jake came in wanting to talk, I felt a mixture of relief and panic. I sit on the bed and cradle Astrid in my arms, and look at Jake. What's wrong, Jake? He Sits in the seat by the bed and mutters, “f**k” I wait for Jake to compose himself. He sits and shakes his head. Then he looks at me. I see his eyes are red and puffy from crying. He stands up and takes Astrid’s hand, and says he is sorry. I look at him, Jake. What’s wrong? I feel scared. Jake looks at me and then drops his head “max, I’m sorry, I am so bloody sorry” Jake, what are you talking about? You have done nothing wrong; please tell me what you are sorry for! “Cassandra never delivered Astrid’s things from the castle, did she?” I look at jake, gaging where he is going with this, then I shake my head. No, she
