Cassiopeia wiggled her nose and stuck her tongue out at Nic when he tapped her forehead. She swatted his finger away before she rubbed the space over her third eye, feeling a weird tingling from where he had tapped.
”I wasn’t going to,” she defended. ”Well…completely. Did your mom have an aversion to tattoos? Or did she want to get one with your dad?”
Cassi piled her plate high with food, stealing another piece of the rice dessert to eat as she walked over to the table. She tucked her left leg under her as she sat down and started in on the tempura, like a bear fresh out of hibernation.
”If it had something to do with that, I would be more inclined to believe either Cassi or I would be the target for stalking and not you,” Caden announced.
At Nero’s touch, Caden relaxed into his seat, lifting his foot off the gas peddle to slow down. ”Do you want me to take you out for supper, or would you rather we return home?”