“Stop scratching,' Rhys said without looking at him as they strode through a blooming apple orchard. No wings to be seen today.

Cassian lowered his hands from his chest. 'I can't help it if this place makes my skin crawl.'

Rhys snorted, gesturing to one of the blooming trees above them, petals falling thick as snow. 'The feared general, felled by seasonal allergies.

Cassian gave an unnecessarily loud sniffle, earning a full chuckle from Rhys.”