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Chapter 59-THE CRACKS IN SILENCE.

Author: D.Moses
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-09 00:19:23

The room was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet. This one buzzed in Anaïs’s ears like a warning.

She sat on the floor of Cassian’s study, knees tucked under her, staring at the shattered glass spread across the marble like a mosaic of everything broken between them. Her hands were trembling, fingers red where the tiny shards had kissed her skin. She hadn’t even noticed the pain until now.

Cassian hadn’t said a word since the glass exploded against the wall. He just stood there, back straight, jaw tight, his eyes like obsidian ice.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she said, voice low but steady.

His eyes flicked toward her, almost like he was trying to decide if that was a challenge or a lie.

“You should be,” he said simply.

Anaïs swallowed. It wasn’t a threat. That was the worst part. It was a confession.

The anger hadn’t come out of nowhere. She had pushed. She had pried. She had asked the one question that clawed at her every night he touched her without looking her in the eyes.

“Who
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