"Do you hate me, Cosette Blac?"
"What?"
"You said, 'if you know this would happen, you would've dragged him.' What do you mean by that?"
Cosette frowned as she pondered if there was something in what she said that could be interpreted as hating him. Her frown deepened, wondering what sort of processor he had in his head as it seemed he was hearing things differently. But Cosette didn't bother with it as she clarified.
"Don't think too much. All I'm saying is that I thought my grandparents wouldn't want other people interrupting our time." A deep exhale slipped past her lips. "My longing for him has nothing to do with you, duh?"
"I see…" he rocked his head, but still evidently unhappy with how affectionate she was to others but very different to him. Asher had noticed it before; Cosette was not only clingy to Maxen, but she was also extra patient with Luke and had acted very free around his little brother.
