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Still appeared to have secrets between its walls. The guard let us in. And there he was. Cassian. Standing on the grand steps like some cursed prince in a modern gothic novel. All black suit, sharp angles, and indifference. “Morning, ladies,” he said, voice cool but crisp. Selena raised her hand. “Morning, murder-face.” I elbowed her. “Behave, Sel,” I whispered. “What,” she said. “He would be a really hot killer.” Cassian’s gaze flicked to me. “We’ll begin walkthrough revisions in an hour. But first…”

Lucian noticed her trembling hand. Without a word, he reached for it. She looked up. “You saw it too?” He nodded. “Yes.” “Who was she?” “I don’t know.” “But she wanted us to see her.” ⸻ Cassian slowly reopened the Book. Every page was blank. Not a single image remained. He turned another page. Nothing. Another. Still nothing. Aurelius frowned. “That’s impossible.” Cassian’s voice was barely above a whisper. “The Book has never hidden its memories.”

A long, heavily muscled arm easily slid the heavy ledger off the high shelf. I gasped, spinning around so quickly that my back slammed right against the hard wood of the bookshelf. It was Cassian. I stared up at him, my heart doing a violent stutter against my ribs. He was dressed completely casually. He wore a loose, simple black shirt with the top few buttons undone, and the long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the thick, powerful muscles of his forearms. His dark hair was messy, falling into his eyes as if he had been running his fingers through it.

CASSANDRA’S POV I don’t remember the days I woke up with a smile on my face, not for long. These days am getting too much of habituated to it. Last night I slept talking to Ivan on phone. We spoke about our favourite books. Ivan has a similar taste of books as mine. I like reading from male point of view so that I could understand what men usually think before speaking or doing anything.

Cassie stepped between Aser and Kael so fast that even Kael blinked in surprise. "I’ve been bitten, Kael," Cassie said coldly. "By my father, by my wimp of an ex-husband, and by the boy the Syndicate sent to cause me trouble, and I'm still standing. I know you've seen the numbers I make. That’s profit. That man lost money, and I make money. If the Council cares about strength, they should look at the balance sheet. If they care about bloodlines, well, that’s just a nice way of saying you’re afraid of change."

I nodded and got straight to work diligently checking through every letter of the lists like my life depended on it—heck, my life actually did depend on it. Hope swelled in my heart as I found her name in almost all the books’ list pages. It meant we weren't at a dead end but just as I started flipping through the mentioned page of the first book, Cassian let out a growl. “Shit, what is this?" He hissed and I quickly moved to his side. “Did you find something?" I asked eagerly. Cassian simply raised the book he was reading to me and I instantly frowned. The page he had opened was burnt off.

Now the entire kingdom could burn politely without them for a few hours. Adrian shifted slightly, sinking deeper into Cassian’s chest. Cassian immediately adjusted with him, like it was instinct. “Read to me,” Cassian said suddenly. Adrian blinked. “You’re holding a book.” “I know.” “You’re literally reading your own book.” Cassian turned a page without shame. “Yours is more interesting.” Adrian glanced down at the cover of his own book. A ridiculous romance novel he had picked up out of boredom and then never put down.

I clutched my books tighter, kept my eyes on the ground, tried to breathe past the weight pressing down. “You know,” a smooth voice cut through, “the more you hunch like that, the more they’ll eat you alive.” I stopped dead. Cassian leaned lazily against the stone archway leading out of the hall, golden hair catching the lantern light, grin sharp enough to slice. He flicked a coin between his fingers like he had all the time in the world. I tightened my grip on my books. “What do you want?” “Want?” He pushed off the wall, falling into step beside me with too much ease. “Sweetheart, if I wanted anything, you’d already know. I’m offering you something.”

Cassie asks. They go over to the bookcases, and they all started looking for books that could have something on the relic but there was just a slight mention of it or a paragraph. But no pictures or anything that matches anything in the publications. Cassie goes back over to the bookcase and notices a book up high. She grabs the ladder and goes up it to get the book. "Cassie Be careful, you could fall." Nathan said going over to her helping her down. "Let me look in this book," Cassie said.

I run my fingers over the cover, the glossy material shining in the chandelier light. “Bionics?” I look up at him, quirking a brow. “For Cassian.” He shrugs, picking up the book and turning it over in his hands. “He’s on one recently.” “What do you mean?” I ask with a laugh. I hop up and sit on the edge of the table, swinging my legs. “What does on one mean?”