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"You've been failing your lessons." I glanced up from the book I was reading to find Cassian leaning casually against a shelf, arms folded. He had on a white button-up shirt, the sleeves folded up to his elbow. My eyes lingered a little on his veiny, muscular arm before meeting his expressionless gaze. "What're you here for?" I asked as I discreetly dropped the book in my hand. I was supposed to be studying some diplomacy shit but the romance novel with a spicy cover seemed more interesting.

I rubbed our cheeks together shyly. She patted my head and murmured something I couldn’t hear and excused herself. I held a small basket and tongs and scoured the baked heaven. Cassius stood behind my back. His heat warmed me. He lowered his head and whispered into my ear. “Choose whatever you want cervus or just take all of it.” I bit my lower lip and then worried it. Yeah, I think I will take one of everything. There are some new things here I want to try.

she assured. “But Dregan’s journal is lost; I can’t just fucking let this go.” Callix snarls. “I can do it!” she called back, recalling Syzar’s words to keep the real book’s secrets. “If you both are done with your secret whispers, we have to get going for our sparring combats, brother,” Cassian called. Callix’s eyes still held anger as he cursed under his breath and left with Cassian right behind him. His metal hand reached for a red apple from the fruit stack as Celeste called his name. “Beta Cassian, thank you.” She bowed.

Before following Maxian, he turned to Cassandra and kissed her gently on the cheek. “Take your time. Rest,” he whispered softly. Cassandra sighed softly, staring at the backs of the two men who disappeared into the study. Maxian's study was cold, though it was warm outside. Maxian sat on the sofa, his posture erect, his eyes looking at Caspian like a judge ready to pass judgment. Caspian entered slowly, staring at the neatly organized bookshelves and the desk that showed the stern character of its owner. Finally, he sat down on the sofa opposite Maxian. He leaned his body calmly, as if Maxian's intimidating gaze was not for him.

Two ladies in the corridor drew their skirts aside as she passed, whispering too loudly to be accidental. “…never thought she’d dare with half the council present…” “…it’s always the quiet ones until they marry…” Serina let them speak. Let them feel bold. The more they underestimated her, the easier it would be to gut them later. In the library, she found Cassian leaning against a shelf, idly flipping through a leather-bound volume. “You’re making enemies faster than I expected,” he said without looking up. “And you’re enjoying it.” His eyes lifted to hers, that lazy curve to his mouth. “You’re not wrong. But enemies are only useful if you can control the pace of the fight.”

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.

“Not in my world. In my world, weakness gets printed in bold headlines and dissected in podcasts. Vulnerability’s a luxury I was never allowed.” Rowan’s voice lowered. “Maybe that’s why you need someone like me.” Cassian stepped forward, inches away now. He looked up at Rowan like he wanted to punch him, or kiss him, or both. “Careful,” he said. “You keep talking like that, and I might start believing you give a damn.” Rowan’s eyes didn’t move. “What if I do?” The moment stretched. Too close. Too real. Then Cassian stepped back with a harsh breath, shaking his head. “Nope. Not doing this. Not turning into another tragic diary entry.”

The one who shattered my control and walked out like it hadn’t meant a goddamn thing. I scrubbed the clip back, zeroed in on the still frame. Froze it. Zoomed in until the pixels blurred. But even through the grain, I could see it, that defiance, raw and unfiltered. That mouth. The one that spit fire and tasted like trouble. That mouth that told me, I don’t care what you want. My chest clenched. Not with emotion. With focus. The comm panel on my desk beeped. Cassian stepped in, smooth as always, dressed in obsidian. He carried a folder in one hand and the quiet certainty of a man who never came empty-handed.

Katherine tells him, feeling the need to offer him a dignified response compared to mine. “Baby, I'm here to pick up a work file, blue in color, have you seen it?” “Yes, it's in my library, first drawer on the right.” I tell him, veering towards the door. Cassian walks in, a champagne bottle in his hand. “I think I've made it to heaven again, how are you ladies doing?” he sweetly implores, a smile on his lips. Cassian is a profound breath of fresh air, the most cheerful of the bunch, the only one actually and equally the most vicious Knight. “Wait, one is missing.” he pauses, looking at each one of us. “Where's Rumor?”

MIKEY COLLIN P.O.V “Tell me about this woman,” Matthew ordered. “She must be quite the lay if she brings Mikey Collins to his knees.” Something in me felt a tick when he spoke of her as if she was an easy woman. Cassie isn’t like that. If he wasn’t my best friend, I would have punched this man in the jaw and drag his face against the floor. “Talk about her like she’s an easy woman one more time and I will snap your neck.” I seethed.