All Chapters of Cursed To Love You: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Drasa’s POVFencing practice had dragged on longer than I’d anticipated, and as luck would have it, Coach Meyers decided that was the perfect day to assign cleanup duties solely to ME. The others had cleared out as soon as the clock hit six, their wooden blades clattering against their bags, footsteps echoing in the narrow corridor of the sports wing.I groaned, pulling my hair into a tight bun and tying up the mats with a sour expression plastered on my face.“Of course. Let’s make Drasa the school’s personal janitor while we’re at it.” I muttered, tossing the last of the practice swords into the equipment bin with a loud clank.All afternoon I did nothing but clean and wipe, all the while Elena made snide comments and sneer at me.By the time I’d shut off the lights and stepped out, the campus was drowned in shadows, bathed in that purple hue that warned of fast-approaching night. I pulled my hoodie tighter around my arms. I had told Maya not to wait for me as she had plans with so

Cassian’s POVThe dining room buzzed with the low hum of cutlery and conversation when I slipped through the front door. The scent of roasted meat and herb-seasoned vegetables greeted me before anyone else did. My father’s deep baritone halted mid-sentence as I walked in, and just like that, all eyes were on me.“Cassian.” my father said slowly, wiping his mouth with a napkin and setting it down. “You're late.” He didn’t ask but expected an answer.“I went to see Drasa,” I said simply, taking a sip of the water that had been set out for me.That silenced any further questions. My father's eyes lingered on me a moment longer before he picked up his knife again and resumed eating. The conversation around the table resumed, though it was more subdued now.Andra gave me a sideways glance, arching a brow. “You went to see her?” she whispered.I nodded once, keeping my eyes on my plate. “We needed to talk.”She didn’t press, thankfully. I wasn’t in the mood for a back-and-forth. I didn’t

Drasa’s POVIt was supposed to be a light day, for once.Dress shopping with Andra and Maya had sounded like the perfect distraction from the suffocating weirdness that had become my everyday life. After fencing practices filled with side-eyes and gritted-teeth silence, and mysterious notes shoved into my locker, I needed something soft, light, and preferably glittery."You’re trying this." Maya declared, holding up a silver backless gown with a neckline that could probably be classified as a weapon.I snorted. "I would trip before I even made it to the entrance. Also, I’m not the best stylist here but do you really want to put sliver on this?" I asked, pointing to my very light hair."Oh hush. You will look stunning in this, plus we have a selection of heels to go through as practice." she grinned wickedly.Andra shook her head, amused. "You two are so dramatic. We’re shopping for a ball, not going to battle." She said."Says the girl who brought a checklist." Maya muttered, pullin

Drasa’s POVI shouldn’t have kept it in.I knew it the second I felt my blade graze too close to Kara’s ribs. The collective gasp of the fencing team rang out like an alarm in my head, and even before Coach’s whistle pierced the air, I’d already dropped my épée.Kara wasn’t hurt. Not really. But she clutched her side like she had just narrowly escaped death, and the way Coach stormed across the mat, her face red and veins pulsing at her temple, told me I had gone too far.Way too far."Bench. Now." She barked, not even bothering to look at me as she checked on Kara.I didn’t argue. I didn't make a case for myself. I just turned, walked to the edge of the gym, and sank onto the cold bench like I belonged there.Because maybe I did. I had let my anger get the best of me and while Kara might not have deserved it. She unfortunately felt the brunt of it.***Earlier that morning, I should have listened to Maya. She always knew when something was off, even if she didn’t always know how to

Drasa’s POVThe boutique wasn’t as packed today, which was a relief. After the last incident in the shopping district, I’d been half-expecting someone to leap from a mannequin rack or whisper another cryptic message through a burner number. But as the morning sunlight spilled through the glass windows and bounced off chandeliers above, today felt… quiet. Calm.Not normal of course, because nothing about my life had been normal for weeks, but close enough.“This one.” Andra declared, spinning around in front of the mirror in a sleek navy-blue gown. “This is the one.” She repeated.“It’s elegant that’s for sure. And it brings out your eyes.” I agreed, adjusting the straps on my own dress. I was already dressed, already decided. For once, there had been no debate. The moment I saw the floor-length black gown, something in me settled. It dipped low in the back and front, subtle silver embroidery hugging the seams and catching light like stars caught in shadows. It looked like it had bee