Labyrinth of Whispers

Astrid

Cassian stares at me all through dinner. Not his usual coy glances. No, he has decided to openly moon over me.

Maybe I just should have let him have his taste back in the hall near the feeders’ quarters. Maybe that would have stopped him from being an idiot. But then, I think, trying not to watch him watch me, maybe not.

“Your Majesty,” I say, leaning over to whisper in King Viktor’s ear ju