Cecilia's pov
I quickly collected myself and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. The cool air hit my face, but it didn't do much to calm the chaos in my brain.
When I walked back into the living room, I nearly tripped over my own feet.
Cassian was sprawled half-naked on the sofa, wrapped in haphazard bandages like an extra who'd stepped out of a low-budget action movie set.
Sebastian stood nearby, one eyebrow raised so high it practically touched his hairline. His voice was colder than ice.
"Are you auditioning for a zombie movie, or have you switched to playing a mummy?"
Cassian didn't even flinch. Instead, he stretched out languidly and struck what he clearly thought was a seductive pose.
"At least I'm the sexy version," he quipped. "Limited edition."
Sebastian rolled his eye
