"I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. Her throat bobbed. "Are you just going to hold that chicken all night?" Cassian asked me from the table. Scowling, I stomped toward him, plunking the platter onto the wooden surface. "I spat in it," I said sweetly. "Makes it all the more delicious," Cassian crooned, smiling right back. Rhys snickered, drinking deeply from his wine. But I strode to my seat--nestled between Amren and Mor--in time to see Elain say to Azriel, "Hello."