Cassandra folded her arms tight around her chest.

“You dragged me out of the living room just because that thing in there wants to—”

“Don't you dare!” Booker cut in. The look he had on was a stern gaze, and this time, he looked more serious. His finger was poked at her forehead, barely inches from her forehead. He looked like he could poke through her skull if she continued.

“Booker, did you just hush me?” Cassandra straightened with her arms at her side. This was getting more ...