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Unless he proved to her that she was more than simply a player. He walked to the shelves and picked a book out. It was one of the ones he had been reading. He opened it and took his seat, begining to read. In the middle of that, he heard footsteps approaching the door. His spine straightened as he sat up, eyes on the door to see who it was. Lucian walked into the room, his hands balled into fists and eyes burning with rage. Cassian stood up from the chair because he knew his brother was angry, “What's wrong?" He asked.

"I look forward to seeing yours, Val." He stood, tucked his book under his arm, and walked away between the shelves without another word. The moment he was gone I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. All the while he was with us, he had this oppressive air about him that made me uncomfortable. "He was sniffing me," I said quietly. "I know," Cassian said. His voice was flat and hard. "Does he know?" "Not yet." He stood. "Come on. We're leaving."

The Carver estate felt heavier than usual, each corridor echoing her uncertainty. Cassian met her in the foyer, his expression a mask of calm, but the tension in his jaw betrayed the storm beneath. “Sit,” he said, gesturing to the chairs in the sitting room. Liana obeyed, wringing her hands in her lap. “I didn’t—he didn’t—” “He did,” Cassian said flatly. “And you let him. Again.” Her heart sank. “I wanted to see if he could actually be… useful. He has the capital, the connections—”

CHAPTER 24 Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

Rael also snarled softly, baring his teeth at the mere mention of Jake. But then Cassian laughed softly, low and mocking. “Is that what you tell yourself, that it mattered to me?” Cassian hissed, secretly pissed.“A miserable little wolfless girl choosing someone else would bruise my ego…?” His words were careless, sharp and deliberately cruel. “You were poor, pathetic and invisible back then Eden. A broken doll I picked up only when I was bored, something to entertain me for a while. Do you really think I would lose sleep over who you chose to warm your bed…?”

She was way too perky. Sure, I'm a CIA agent that was sent here to protect one of your fellow classmates from being killed by psychotic vamps. By the way, I'm a vamp, too, and a shape shifter to boot. The class would either think I was a nut or would run out screaming. Tempting. I took the high road. "Hello, everyone," I began. "My name is Lisa Miller and I just moved here from West Palm Beach, Florida, where I attended Lake Worth High School. I love writing and hope to become a journalist one day." Typical canned answer. "Very good!" Ms. Parks encouraged, unwittingly treating me like an imbecile. She was way too perky and patronizing, but I'm sure with the best intentions. "Now, you can fin

I expected darkness. Cold stone. Perhaps the skulls of enemies displayed on the walls. Instead, there were bookshelves. Warm fireplaces. Large windows overlooking the mountains. And paintings of children. I stopped. Cassian noticed. “You expected something else.” I looked at him. “Everyone says you're a monster.” His eyebrow lifted. “And?” “You don't look like one.” Something almost resembling amusement crossed his face. “I'm disappointed.” I blinked. “Why?” “I spent years cultivating that reputation.”

But when Madison reached Cassy's table, when she thrust my notebook into those elegant hands, the noise started to die. Whispers spread like wildfire. The scholarship girl has a crush. On Cassy Beaumont. This is going to be good. I stood frozen. My legs wouldn't move. My lungs forgot how to work. Cassy took the notebook. She looked at it, then at Madison, then she stood up. Stepped onto the bench of the table. Then onto the table itself. She was wearing her uniform, the same one we all wore, but somehow on her it looked like haute couture. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She looked like a queen about to address her subjects.

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.