CHAPTER 15Till the last drop, the crowd waited in hushed anticipation. “Turn to me” the patriarch commanded.Without hesitation, Cassandra turned to face him. His imposing figure loomed over her, his presence almost suffocating. His right hand extended toward her, palm open. She blinked, confusion flickering across her face. What was he asking for?He frowned. The unspoken message in his eyes should have been enough to tell her what to do. She wasn't naive. When she still didn’t move, his jaw tightened, his brows twitching. “Place your hand on mine,” he gritted, his tone low and edged with impatience. Cassandra mouthed a small “oh” and hurriedly laid her trembling hand atop his. His skin was warm, steady, the very opposite of her trembling fingers. He placed his other hand over hers, enclosing it as if sealing something between them.“Stop trembling,” he said quietly, and for once, there was no mockery in his voice. “This isn’t like the last.”He told her as if he were trying to
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