Nothing much happened during the journey, aside from the occasional chill that ran down Cassian's spine every now and then. He chalked it up to the colder weather. After all, even from the road they could see that more of the distant mountain peaks had turned white with fresh snow, glittering beneath the sunlight.
"When did you become such good friends with him?" Fenja asked her sister after finally managing to get her alone for a while.
That leeching bastard Cassian had wandered off again, digging his claws into another woman like some perpetually horny dog.
At least, that was what Fenja thought.
She kept those thoughts to herself, however, showing none of them on her face as she waited for an answer.
Kirja wanted to say she wasn't friends with Cassian.
