Yvette's POV
"I'm full… thanks for the meal." I said softly, pushing my chair back before he could say anything, needing distance more than I needed food.
My nerves were already stretched thin under his gaze.
Cassian had been watching me as if I were a rare specimen he had discovered in a science lab.
Without thinking, I began stacking the plates. Clearing the table. Needing my hands to do something.
"What are you doing?"
My hands froze.
Shit!
I slowly looked up at him, my fingers still curled around the plate.
Cassian was watching me again. There was nothing casual or curious about his gaze.
He was analysing me.
That was when it hit me.
This wasn't the Swan mansion.
I wasn't that girl who packed plates, trying to earn scraps of approval.
I forced a small smile, pretending it was nothing. "After Mr Knight fed me, the least I can do is help with the plates."
His expression didn't soften. If anything, it sharpened further.
