“You’re still a fool,” Khiran sneers, but it sounds more tired than sharp. “Funny, because I don’t remember you being such a coward.” “I could kill you.” “And I could kiss you,” Cassius counters, “but that would be incredibly rude being that you’re spoken for.” His eyes linger on her, bright with hopes and sharp with vengeance. “I suggest we behave ourselves, at least for dear Anna’s sake.”
