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Cassius appears in the dining room a few minutes later and walks toward me. “That looks good,” he says, looking at the food on the table.

“Thanks.” I smile. “Where’s Ollie?”

“He’s still with Brandon.”

“Is Brandon going to be okay? Is he unwell? Did he ask for something? I can prepare it for him and—”

Cassius cuts me off and chuckles. “Relax. He’s fine, and he’s eating the breakfast you prepared. He’s doing great, so don’t worry,” he assures with a small smile.

The thorn in my chest finally stops pricking. I sigh in relief. Last night, he didn’t seem very well when he asked me to leave him right away. “Thank you. I was so worried.”

“He’ll be fine.” He grins once again and looks back at the food on the table. “Can I have a taste of this?” he says, pointing to the sweet side dish I made of mascarpone cream cheese laced with vanilla.

I chuckle. “Of course, you can.” I offer him a fork, then he slices off a small portion, tasting the food.

He hums in approval. “Wow, tiramisu crepes?”

“Yes.