Luara came down to the living room early, with light steps and a mood visibly better than the day before. Cassian, who was already there organizing some papers on the table, raised his eyes almost immediately. The change was too clear to go unnoticed. The previous night, Luara had ended the day irritated, impatient, with short answers and a closed expression. Now, that morning, the contrast was glaring.

Cassian slightly frowned, observing while Luara served herself coffee with unusual ...