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Chapter 72: Terms and Conditions
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Cassian led me back toward the canopy bed. The promise ring caught the flickering flames, sending prisms of light across my skin."I've never seen anything so beautiful," I whispered, looking out at the beach, the infinite stars above us mirrored in the dark water below."I have," Cassian replied, his gaze never leaving my face.My heart stuttered as his fingertips traced the curve of my cheek. This moment felt suspended, dreamlike—the gentle crash of waves against the shore, the sweet scent of jasmine, and Cassian's eyes holding mine with such intensity I could barely breathe.When his lips finally met mine, it wasn't the desperate, hungry kiss I expected."You don't have to be so careful with me," I murmured against his mouth. "I'm not going to break.""I know," he said, his voice rough. "But I want to remember every second of this."His hands moved to my shoulders, sliding the delicate straps of my dress down my arms."You're trembling," he observed."Because this feels different,"
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I'd been seated at the secluded corner table for almost an hour now. The maître d' had given me sympathetic glances the first three times he refilled my water glass. By the fourth time, he couldn't quite meet my eyes.The gown I'd chosen—one Cassian had bought for me last week but I hadn't worn yet—felt ridiculous now. What was the point when there was no one to appreciate it? I should have worn something warmer, I thought bitterly as another blast of air conditioning hit my exposed shoulders and legs.I checked my phone for what must have been the hundredth time. No missed calls. No texts. Nothing.With trembling fingers, I dialed his number again."The person you are calling is on another call," the automated voice informed me, as it had the last six times."Bullshit," I muttered, drawing a startled look from a passing server. I forced a smile and set my phone down with exaggerated care, resisting the urge to fling it across the restaurant.An untouched glass of champagne sparkled u
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AriaI could hear the sound of the door opening and closing. Is this what I've become? Will I be the lady who waits at home at night, uncertain whether he will come home to me? I've spent too many hours staring at the ceiling, my phone clutched in my hand, waiting for a call or text that never comes.The mattress dipped as Cassian sat beside me. I kept my eyes shut, feigning sleep, though my heart hammered in my chest. His cologne mixed with whiskey as he leaned over me, his breath warm against my skin."Aria, I'm so sorry."I fought the urge to open my eyes, to confront him about standing me up. To ask him where the hell he'd been when I was sitting alone at that restaurant, checking my phone every two minutes while the waitstaff gave me pitying looks. But I remained motionless, breathing evenly as tears threatened behind my closed lids.He sighed before the mattress lifted as he stood. I heard the soft rustle of his clothes as he undressed, the clink of his belt buckle hitting the f
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Third person povBlood pounded in Cassian's ears as he crouched behind the rusted shipping container, the cold metal of his Glock pressing against his palm. The warehouse was soon to become Kaiser’s tomb. Rain slicked down Cassian's face, mingling with sweat as he checked his watch: 02:37. Three minutes to synchronize."East perimeter secured," Viktor's voice came through his earpiece. "Two down, silent.""Roof access clear," Dom confirmed, his breathing calm despite having just eliminated three guards.Cassian tapped his comm. "Hold positions. On my mark.""Moving to position alpha," The rain masked his footsteps as he approached the side entrance. Two guards huddled beneath a meager overhang, sharing a cigarette. Amateurs. They never saw him coming.The warehouse door opened to his electronic pass key—courtesy of Kaiser's late lieutenant, Chet, who had been all too eager to talk after Dom finished with him. Cassian entered the dark corridor, the acrid smell of chemicals and damp con
