Chapter 4: Revenge.

“Huh?" Iris blinked. Her eyes staring at him almost in disbelief.

For a moment, in grief and thirst for revenge, her father's debt to the Donatelli's had slipped out of her mind.

"Yes..." He drawled his eyes looking down at her. " Your dad is dead, so you have to pay his debt." He deadpanned.

"How?" Iris asked without hesitation. If paying her father's debt brought her one step closer to the people who murdered her family, she'd pay it.

For the briefest moment, something flickered across Cassian's face.

Then it was gone within a heartbeat.

He had expected her to continue her screaming charade. She seemed quite stable now for a girl who just lost her family a night ago.

"Let's get you out of those." He said his hand reaching for the keys to the chains holding her.

Iris's brows drew together. He spoke like he was getting a five year old out of her old toy car to get her a new model. At the same time the words had a very dangerous tint to it.

Her eyes followed his movements as he looked up and began unlocking her right hand.

For the first time since the whole incident, she had time to study his face.

She hated to admit it, but she couldn't help but stare, he was handsome. Greek god like.

Dark, messy hair framed a face that looked almost unreal. His black eyes were impossible to read, cold enough to send a chill down her spine. A straight nose, sharp jawline, and perfectly balanced features made him look like someone an artist would spend years trying to recreate.

No. He was carved by the god of sin himself.

But it wasn't his looks that made her unsettled.

It was the way he carried himself , calm, controlled, and utterly ceeratain that he had the power and authority that no one ever tried to rival.

The chains clanked and she flinched back. She looked at him, her cheeks now red. She was caught staring. She averted her gaze but he kept staring at her intently.

"Get up." His voice came out in a gruff. His expression was unreadable.

She was right, this man was made out of marble. How could a human being be this stoic- like.

She resisted the urge to glower at him and stood up. For him to show her that evidence, he might have exactly what she needed for her revenge.

Whatever price he demanded, she'd pay it, as long as she got her revenge.

Cassian glanced and the shackles holding her feet together, he pressed his thumb on the cold strong metal and it clicked open.

Iris blinked and looked up at him who now towered over her, her eyes confused and in disbelief.

"You're surprisingly kind... for someone holding his debtor's daughter captive." She tilted her head to the side and stared up at him her dark hair falling over half of her face.

"Hmm. You'd regret that statement soon." He scoffed.

Kicking the chains to the side he Said: "Sit."

Iris slowly at the edge of the bed like, it would burn her. She almost snorted.

This whole scenario felt absurdly similar to one of those dark romance novels she read during her free time, were the girl gets kidnapped, she falls in love with the overly handsome kidnapper.

With all the high se***l tension. Those stories were completely fictional.

At this point, She was the girl waiting for the perfect moment to drive a knife into his heart.