“How did you—I mean, how do you and Lord Cassian—” Cassian spewed his wine across the table, causing Mor to leap up, swearing at him as she used a napkin to mop her dress. But Cassian was howling, and Azriel had a faint, wary smile on his face as Mor waved a hand at her dress and the spots of wine appeared on Cassian’s fighting—or perhaps flying, I realized—leathers. My cheeks heated.
LMFAO THIS MADE ME LOL 'LORD CASSIAN'
