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I didn't want to go all out with the decorations, but I couldn't help myself. I heard the door ring as soon as I lit the last candle. I quickly rushed towards the door, undone my braids, played with them through my fingers, and felt some damp areas. I opened the door, and I sucked in my breath. Liam stood there looking like fucking Robert Sheehan - he's from Mortal Engine and that new show on N*****x. He looks like him but with muscle and more handsome. I became a fan of Robert Sheehan when I watched Mortal Engine on bootleg. Super cute.

Water ran from her clothes onto the Persian rug, her socks were filthy, and her teeth kept knocking together. Cassian was by the desk. He had taken off his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his black shirt up to his elbows, intricate tattoos covered his forearms. He poured himself two fingers of amber liquor and Alessia watched the ice move in the glass as he took a drink. He set the glass down with a soft thud. “You ran.” “I... I was just...” Alessia couldn’t get the rest of the words out, she swallowed and stepped backward. “I was just trying to get some air...”

"You smell so incredibly good." Twenty minutes later, the steam from the hot shower had completely cleared. I stepped out wearing nothing but my underwear and Cassian’s oversized shirt. The hem hung loosely off my frame, brushing against my bare thighs, while the sleeves completely swallowed my hands. Driven by a desperate, romantic need to be anchored by his presence, I walked straight down the quiet corridor and pushed open the heavy oak doors of his study, completely forgetting to knock. Cassian was seated behind a massive mahogany desk, illuminated only by the soft gold glow of a brass lamp. He was deeply engrossed in a leather-bound book. He didn't even lift his gaze from the pages, yet

I slid a thick book onto a high shelf, letting out a soft sigh. Suddenly, the air in the room changed. The temperature dropped fast, and the heavy scent of wood-smoke and ozone filled the narrow aisle. It was an angry, heavy scent that made my instincts scream. I turned around quickly, but I was already trapped. Cassian was standing at the end of the aisle. His golden eyes were bright and furious in the dark. He didn't say a word. He just walked toward me with long, predatory steps. His body was tense, and his jaw was clenched tight.

Hello my wonderful readers! I promise I haven’t forgotten about you! I know I teased something big, and now it’s finally here! Cassy has already started flexing her Moon Goddess muscles in my other book, Pregnant Luna - Lawful Rebellion. If you haven’t checked it out yet, I’d love for you to dive into it while you wait for this story to pick back up. Don’t worry, it’ll only be a few more weeks! Thank you for your incredible patience and unwavering support. I admit I was nervous about revealing the crossover too soon, but I hope you know I’d never abandon you!

With that, he turned and walked out of the kitchen. I stood there for a long time after he left. The tenderness in his touch as he bandaged my foot, the flash of desire I'd glimpsed in his eyes before he pushed me away, the bitterness in his voice when he spoke of fairness and cages—none of it aligned with the cold man I thought I knew. Who was the real Cassian? The gentle man who tended my wounds, or the ruthless enforcer who'd kidnapped me? And why did I care so much about finding out?

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

I spat at him. I folded my arms across my chest, waiting to hear what he had to say, but a dark smirk crossed his face. Before he could reply, we heard footsteps behind us, and Cassian walked into the kitchen, dressed head to toe in black. My heart slammed against my rib cage because fuck, the man was intensely hot. And from the blank, narrowed, seething expression on his face. I knew he'd heard every last word I'd just said.

“You know we’ve got to do this fast. I’m not doing this with you because I want you back in my life; I’m doing this because it needs to be done.” “That’s a risky statement. Withdrawing my support would get you into trouble. I wouldn’t let that happen anyway. But count yourself lucky,” she said as she grabbed a book and pulled it out from the many books atop the shelf. “I think this one contains a lot of information about Cassian and Camilla. It’s newly published. We need a lot of secrets to get them down from the seat of power,” she said, tossing the book to me. I grabbed it and quickly glanced through the pages.

I settled on a white-on-black polka-dot triangle bikini. I put them on and used my black shawl as a sarong, packed a change of clothes and a towel, and made my way out, collecting the remaining bikini. I pause to grab a pack of grapes from the fruit basket. …~... I lift my hand to knock just as the door swings open, revealing Cassian. He looks drooling over in cream linen drawstring shorts, a handmade wine-colored crochet shirt with few buttons undone, gray Hermes sandals, a round tinted shade atop his head, a black bracelet, and a watch.