บททั้งหมดของ Cursed To Love You: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Drasa’s POVI could feel him pulling away.At first, it was subtle, a longer pause before he answered me, the way his gaze lingered on my face like he was searching for something I wasn’t saying. Then it became sharper, like the edge of a blade that had been honed in silence.Cassian still walked me to classes, still sat with me at lunch, but there was a stiffness to him now, a measured tone that made my chest ache. I knew what it was. I’d kept things from him, and though I’d told myself it was to protect him, that reasoning was wearing thin under his quiet disapproval.He didn’t say it outright, but every time I caught him watching me, I could feel the unspoken question burning between us: What else haven’t you told me, Drasa?And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to spill everything. Not here. Not now.The worst part was, he was still protective, maybe more than before. If anyone so much as looked at me wrong in the hallway, his hand would find my arm, tugging me closer. If I lingered to

Cassian’s POVThe drive back was dead silent except for Logan’s occasional groans and the dull thump of him shifting in the trunk. Every time we hit a bump, he let out a low grunt, probably from the arm Kai had busted earlier. It must have healed by now but would remain annoyingly sore especially since Kai literally shattered the bone.Neither of us spoke. The air in the car was heavy enough to choke on.Kai sat in the passenger’s seat humming to some song while Drasa’s eyes kept shifting around as she tried to avoid my eyes. She was uncomfortable. Scared even.Dragging him into the apartment was anything but subtle. He was dead weight but still managed to complain under his breath the whole way. A few people glanced at us in the hallway, but no one stopped us. Probably because Kai had that look, the one that promised you’d regret breathing in his direction. Either that or the fact that I was a part of the whole thing.Kai dropped Logan onto the couch like a sack of trash. I shut th

Drasa’s POVI stood rigid by the bed side, still weighing whether I should tell him to leave or just run for it. Vael’s gaze, sharp and far too knowing, pinned me in place.“Sit.” he said at last, voice carrying an edge that didn’t sound like a request. “I came more as an ally than a friend.” He said.The distinction did nothing to ease my nerves, but my legs carried me to the chair anyway. I lowered myself slowly, never breaking eye contact.“What do you want?” I asked, each word clipped.His mouth curved, almost smug, but instead of answering, he said. “You should rather ask… what I can do for you.” He said pointing a gloved hand at me.I frowned. That wasn’t an answer; that was a riddle.For a moment, silence filled the room. My confusion only deepened under his steady, unreadable stare. Then, without warning, he rose.He didn’t move toward the door. No, he began drifting around my room as if he owned it. Fingers brushing the edges of my desk, lingering on the spines of books, pi

Drasa’s POVThe evening air was crisp when Maya and I walked side by side across the school grounds toward the parking lot. It was getting colder. I pulled my jacket closer to shield me from the cold winter winds.The last streaks of sunlight bled across the horizon, streaking the sky with shades of orange and violet, while the lamps in the lot flickered on one by one. Maya chatted animatedly about an upcoming art showcase she wanted to drag me to, her voice warm and familiar. I let her words wash over me, answering when necessary, though my mind wandered back, again and again, to Vael’s words that night in my room.“Think of it, little wolf. You could belong to something greater. The North could use eyes like yours. Ears that catch whispers Cassian might miss. It’s not betrayal… it’s survival. It’s purpose.”His voice clung to me like smoke, curling around my thoughts no matter how much I tried to banish it.Every time Cassian smiled at me, all I could see was leverage. It sickened

Drasa's POVThe clink of silverware against porcelain rang far too loudly in my ears, each sound pulling me further into the realization that I didn’t belong at this table. The long mahogany surface gleamed under the chandelier’s light, polished so finely I could see faint reflections in it, but the shimmer only made the atmosphere feel colder. I stared down at the food in front of me, a plate filled with delicacies I couldn’t even name, their scents mingling into something heavy and nauseating. My fork poked absentmindedly at roasted vegetables, shifting them back and forth without ever lifting a bite to my lips. My appetite had long fled the moment I sat down, replaced by the gnawing tension crawling across my skin.Cassian wasn’t eating either. He, too, pushed food around his plate, jaw tight, as though forcing himself to appear polite while wishing he were anywhere else. The only voices that cut through the stiff silence were Lucien’s smooth, deliberate, yet almost mocking as he