“I am so tired of their fighting.” I mumble, laying against Cassian on the couch.
“Me too.” Cassian sighs, putting his fingers through my hair, and he strokes my head gently.
“It hurts me so much.” I sigh, and Cassian stays quiet.
“Hello gang.” The British accent catching all of us off guard, making me look in the direction that the voice was coming from, seeing Zach watching us with his arms folded.
“Mister Foster.” Cassian gets up, shaking Zach’s hand.
“And the sweet miss Gray.” He takes my hand, kissing it, and he puts it down, smiling at me.
“When is that miss becoming Mrs?” He asks, and I blush, the question jumping on me.
“Hopefully soon.” I grin, and Cassian looks at me.
“Where is all your boyfriends? I have a meeting with them. They have caused me some problems.” He s
