“Don’t be mad at me, Raven.”

Aedan mumbles, furrowing his eyes as Marin brushes right past him, not sparing him a glance.

“C’mon, not even a snarky comment? No sass? Be mean to me, Raven.”

He pouts, eyes glittering slightly as he gently grips his cloak sleeve, pulling the boy back.

“Please.”