~CASSELBA'S POV
SMASHED IN BETWEEN TWO VERY HOT MEN, I find out that talking isn't quite easy. It doesn't come as the most natural thing for me to speak seeing as I now sit in the middle of Caden and Ryan, both their piercing stares poring over me like I'm some lost byzantine treasure chest.
Finding myself as the spot-on 'apple of their eye', I find it hard to make my flowing thoughts into words. Much harder to also breathe without drawing in their enticing scents: the swirl of pregnant clouds and clashing lightning-ripped skies. It doesn't help that I just had a recent hot shower, and my body is still mildly doused in the sprinkle of the steam.
However, by something akin to chivalry, I manage to get out the words.
"It was after the war with the Ferals at Los Padres," I begin. The men's eyes narrow and soften a bit. "I'd just received that mysterious white parcel... You know, the one with the golden ring and—"
