Azriel only released Cassian’s hand, and stared at his wineglass. Elain swept in, apron gone and hair rebraided. “Please don’t wait on my account,” she said, taking the seat at the head of the table. Cassian glared at Azriel. Az pointedly ignored him. But Cassian waited until Elain had filled her plate before he took another scoop of anything. As did the others.
