“Yes,” Evie said, barely containing her grin. “Your cousin, Sebastian, arrived just this morning. Isn’t this wonderful?”
“Sebastian?” Cashel looked more confused than surprised. “But Sebastian is travelling—”
“Cousin!” I rose from the table and swiftly gathered him into an embrace. Squeezing him hard in my arms, I allowed myself the luxury of burying my nose in the soft tresses of his hair and inhaling deeply.