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“But if I touch you now, we won’t stop until I’m buried inside you.” As the ice-cold water touched my skin, I let out a sigh of relief. My eyes opened. Through hooded eyes, I looked up at Cassian. The strongest Alpha in the country. The gold-eyed wolf that wolves used to scare their pups. Here he was, massaging my feet, talking about getting me ice cream. My free leg raised to his chest and trailed down his abs. Cassian’s hands slowed. Hesitantly, he held my leg and kissed the dip of my foot. “Sweetheart, calm yourself. Don’t start something you cannot finish.”

I slapped a hand over my mouth. Oh no. Adrian’s aura darkened like a storm front rolling in. “Cassian,” I whispered, “run.” “Nonsense,” Cassian said proudly. “This is an intervention of love.” “Cassian,” I tried again, “RUN.” Adrian moved. Fast. So fast. Cassian yelped and vanished back into the house, screaming, “HE’S GOING TO MURDER ME—TELL MY STORIES—KEEP MY ARTWORK—BURN MY SECRET JOURNAL—NOT THE ONE UNDER THE BED, THE OTHER ONE—”

Leo the bartender, an older man with neat salt-and-pepper hair and a knack for reading moods, slid him a glass of scotch without being asked. “Found her, then?” he said, drying a tumbler. Cassian took a sip before answering. “Yeah.” Leo raised an eyebrow. “So? Is she the one?” Cassian’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “Yes… and no.” Leo stilled. “What the hell does that mean?” Cassian leaned in, elbows on the bar, like he was finally admitting something to himself.“She’s the girl. The one who went head-to-head with Lucian the other day.”

I'd rather have my face crammed into a book than party with girls or spend daddy’s money. A slap on my back made me turn, taking my focus off the pretty human. “Cassian, please tell me she doesn't have you under some sort of spell,” Kael joked, nodding his head towards where the human girl sat, “he's not your type anyway. She's human and definitely can't be your mate. Plus, she has her pretty face so far shoved off Rowan’s ass, she'd never pay attention to the likes of you.”

“I don’t think they’re gone. Just… focused.” Selene nodded. “Something’s coming.” Theoden didn’t deny it. — Later, back at the village, Luka was sorting through another box of Cassiel’s texts when he pulled out a slim book with no title on the spine. It looked newer than the others—less dust, fewer torn edges. “What’s this one?” he asked aloud, more to himself than anyone. Darius looked up from his chair in the corner, where he was playing with one of the carved stones Cassiel had left behind. “Does it have a title?”

Then the assistant said "And she is claiming" I stepped forward. “Claiming what?” The assistant looked at me with something like pity. “That you married Cassian knowing exactly what you were doing.” My blood ran cold. “And that,” she finished, “you’re not the victim in this story.” Cassian finally looked shaken. I whispered, “What did she tell them?” His voice was low. Dangerous. “She told them,” he said, “that you planned this.” SADIE SINCLAIR The war did not announce itself.

My day had started off bleak, but walking beside this handsome stranger just makes it all feel worth it…if murder is ever truly worth it. My footsteps slow as we approach the exit. “Are you okay?” Axel slows too. Cassian has killed for me. What's to stop him from doing it again? “I just…this is where we part ways, that's all.” I swallow. “Is it? I could drive you home, if that's okay.” “You're too kind, but I'm not even going home.” His head tilts, blue eyes dimming with concern. “Work?” “No. A bookstore.”

"Victoria, Arnulfo, Vito. You all had your turn. Now it's mine. And when I strike, it won't be in mercy." The room seemed to hum with the power of her resolve. Carla stepped back from the map and poured herself a drink, raising the glass in a silent toast to the chaos she was about to unleash. “To the ashes,” she said softly, her lips curling into a smirk. “And to the empire I’ll build from them.”

he shrugged, with a smirk on his face. "You didn't tell me your name" he said with a slight smile on his face, ugh there I go staring again. "Oh, sorry. I'm Cassandra Smith" "Hmmm. Beautiful" he muttered, with a distant look on his face. I don't know if he's referring to me or my name, although I like to think he referred to the latter. I mean I just got back from school looking all tired and sweaty, and it's not like I had time to 'dress up' this morning, In other words I look like a mess.

I can use practice, classes, or student council meetings as an excuse before I have to face the true depth of his fury, but still my heart rate refuses to calm down. Fuck. I hear a soft chuckle just then and I look toward the bed by the window. Cassian has tossed the textbook aside. He’s propped up on his elbows, a knowing smirk on his face. “Can’t believe you’re still terrified of your dad, Rhett,” he says with a grin. Goddess knows how much I want to slap the smile off his handsome face. “The big, bad hockey captain… and you still look like a kicked puppy the second he raises his voice. Isn’t that cute?” He cooes.