The carriage ride was a quiet and tension-filled one.
Elian was sitting opposite Lucien, head lowered and fingers laced together.
Lucien hadn't said a word, and it made him even more uncomfortable with Cassian's kiss. He knew he owed Lucien no accountability, but he couldn't stop feeling like he had committed a great sin.
He truly hadn't known that Cassian was going to kiss him; if he did, he would have found a way to avoid it. No, not because of Lucien, but because he did not like to be taken advantage of.
They were riding through the forests, the sun streaming through the crowded leaves and into their carriage.
Slowly, Elian shifted toward the window, placing himself in the direction of the sun. The morning was quite cold and the sun wasn't that heated, just shining its soft golden rays down onto the earth.
