Guarded Haven

Marcella

I would have leapt out of the car and cuddled little Shea. The little fellow was jumping up and down in his rather awkward way to greet us.

But Cassian gripped my hand painfully and when I turned to look at him, he shook his head, grey eyes cold and warning.

I slumped slightly but I did not demur. Cassian knew what he was up to; I had found that out the hard way on many occasions and I wa