Music Recommendation: Dream a Little Dream of Me by Doris Day.
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~CASSELBA'S POV
"DEAR ME! MR. CADEN HALLOW?!" I tease lovingly as he lowers to the ledge a pile of wood. The warm brown of his eyes glint, mirroring the twinkle of the night stars up above, and I can't help the proud smile that shows evidently on my face as my eyes scrutinize his grinning profile.
I had stood alone on the balcony for no longer than five short minutes before he and Ryan had swooped back out, Caden bearing in his hands a heavy sack of chopped wood.
How he'd hefted it up the stairs of the dark corridor I'll never know.
Ryan had arrived back with a similar bag of his, only his was lighter and filled with clothes rather than wood. His bag was actually more of a rucksack. A modest travel pack.
