Cassian Andor Books Novels & Stories

AVA’S POV After the grand walk-in of those men in tailored suits with their leader, Vincenzo, who had me on chokehold, not because of his handsomeness, but because of the aura emitting from him, everything changed. It screamed danger so much that ice slashed down my spine at any given chance. And his soulless eyes? It was everything I wasn’t. Cold. Calm. Domineering. Dark and menacing. I almost melted under his scrutinizing gaze and the second he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hallway, I was finally able to breathe again.

“Please… please… I can’t see… it hurts… please kill me… just end it… please…” When it was done, he sat slumped and shaking, empty sockets streaming, the front of his shirt dark with blood. He made small, wordless sounds that no longer formed into real pleas. I wiped the blade clean on his sleeve and stepped back. I looked down at what was left of him. “Only I am allowed to touch Cassian,” I said, voice still even, still empty of anything resembling heat. “Only I am allowed to kill him. Not you. Not anyone else. That privilege belongs to me alone.”

Dorran ducked through the low doorway, glancing around the small cabin with the particular unease of a man more accustomed to castle halls than forest shelters, before settling onto a low stool near the hearth at Elias's gesture. "Tell me everything," Cassian said, lowering himself carefully back onto the furs, Lirian settling against him with a soft, contented murmur. "Every detail, however small. I need to understand what's happening at Shadowfang, if there's any hope left of the truth surfacing."

Azriel mumbled slightly away from the flesh. ‎Cassian's mind fractured, memories crashing: the gang war night he'd dragged them from bullets, their tiny hands clutching him, evolving into fevered nights of his "lessons." Ropes creaked as he strained, pleasure overcoming him despite fury. "Monsters," he choked, but his cock wept for more, hips thrusting into Orion's merciless hand that had replaced his brother's. ‎

In fact, he looked deeply interested. He reached into his leather bag and pulled out a small, beautifully bound leather book with faded gold writing. "I noticed you were spending a lot of time in the library yesterday, Elara," Cassian said, his voice dropping into that smooth, charming tone he used whenever he wanted to trick someone. "I happen to have a rare copy of the early pack history in my personal collection. It discusses the old boundary laws in detail. I thought a mind like yours might appreciate it."

Silas nodded. Cassian approached from behind them. “Good.” Everyone looked at him. He had spent most of the morning alone, not hiding exactly, but distant enough that Darius had noticed and disciplined himself not to follow. Cassian looked at the blank pages. “I’ve had enough dead people planning my life.” Silas closed the book. “For once, I believe the book agrees.” Cassian glanced toward Darius. “I’m leaving.” The words came without warning. Darius’s expression changed.

AVA Cassian didn’t even look nervous when Zade demanded an answer. He just tilted his head slightly, holding the letters like he was doing something totally normal. “They were left unguarded,” he said calmly. His voice was as smooth as ever. “I assumed they were part of the open archives.” “Those are private,” Roman said coldly. Cassian nodded like he accepted the scolding. “Then I apologize. I meant no harm.” He turned to me and held the papers out. I hesitated before reaching for them, but the moment my fingers brushed his, a spark ran up my arm. It wasn’t painful, just unexpected.

I found Cassian in the armory. The room was deep in the castle's belly, carved from black stone, lit by a single torch that cast more shadows than light. Swords lined the walls, axes and spears and weapons I did not have names for. In the center, Cassian sat on a wooden stool, a whetstone in his hand, a blade across his knees. He did not look up when I entered. He did not need to. The bond told him I was there. Go back to bed, Ravenna, he said. His voice was flat, empty.

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.

The bone-altar. ​Cassian is a dead man walking. ​