Cecilia ’s pov
I watched Harper.
"Don’t flatter yourself," I muttered. "One of them already had you crying."
Before Harper could bounce back, Sebastian walked out of the kitchen with the last dish in hand. His eyes locked onto mine the second he stepped into the room, and he took the seat right across from me.
With practiced ease, he ladled steaming soup into my bowl.
"Here. Try it," he said, calm but firm.
I took a slow sip, letting the warmth settle on my tongue.
The flavor was perfect.
"It’s really good," I admitted.
Sebastian didn’t look away, watching my reaction like it actually mattered.
"I got the recipe. I can make it for you whenever you want."
I didn’t answer.
I just kept sipping the soup, but something warm spread in my chest.
Author ’s pov
Back at Martha’s estate, Cassian and Zane sat across from each other at the dining table.
The air between them felt heavy, like it might crack if either of them breathed too hard.
Zane spoke first, voice tight and measured.
"Jessica’s dad just called. Jessica ended up in the ER. Food poisoning. From that honey butter cake."
Cassian chewed slowly and swallowed before replying.
"And what’s the excuse this time ?"
Zane shifted in his seat.
"He didn’t say much. But I think it might’ve been a kitchen mix-up. Both Jessica and Martha got sick after eating cake.
Someone brought wild mushrooms from the mountains. They used some for lunch and left the rest near the flour. It’s possible some accidentally got into the mix."
Cassian gave a humorless laugh.
"Just say it was an accident and stop dressing it up like a crime novel."
Zane went quiet, lips tightening.
Cassian took a sip of water, his gaze sharp.
"Tell me something, Uncle Zane. How long are you planning to keep pretending you don’t see what’s going on ?"
Zane’s face darkened. He slammed his fork down.
"Watch your tone. I’m still your uncle."
Cassian tossed his own fork onto the table with a clatter.
He leaned back, eyes tired but steady. "You’ve been pretending for years. That you didn’t lose your wife. That your children just... disappeared. That your mother wasn’t almost killed yesterday."
Zane’s face drained of color.
Cassian’s voice dropped, but the edge in it sharpened.
"Maybe I’m not your blood. Fine. I’ve made peace with that. But Martha is your mother. If I hadn’t shown up when I did, would she still be breathing right now ?"
"First it’s mushrooms in the flour. What next ? A snake in the soup pot ? Will that be another ‘accident’ too ?"
"Everything’s always an accident with you. You keep saying that until one day, the accident is you."
Cassian pushed his chair back and walked out without another word.
He usually didn’t waste energy fighting with Zane. There was no point yelling at someone who refused to wake up.
But this time, with Martha nearly dead, he couldn’t stay silent.
Zane sat frozen, staring after him.
His hands trembled as he slipped off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
--
As lunch wrapped up at Levi and Yulia’s place, Cassian appeared in the doorway without a word.
From across the room, Harper instinctively looked away, pretending she didn’t see him.
Cassian didn’t even glance her way. He walked outside, dropped into a chair, and lit a cigarette.
A scruffy little dog trotted over, and he picked it up without a second thought.
He sat there smoking and absently petting the dog, like nothing was wrong at all.
At the table, Cecilia leaned toward Sebastian, brow furrowed.



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