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I'd deal with it later; now wasn't the time. Still blushing, Cassian continued, “Where was I? Oh, right! I've liked you since I first saw you. Something drew me to you. You're beautiful, of course, but it was the way you carried yourself, and the more I watched you, the more fascinated I became. I'm a nerd at heart. Let's be honest, and Kael can back me up on this. I'd rather spend my time with my head shoved into a book than fighting or socializing. I guess what I'm trying to say, if I'll stop fucking rambling, is that I want you to give me a chance to show you I'm not the monster you think I am. I want to be your man, friend, and lover. I just want you to give me a chance. If after a month

CHAPTER 37 NOVA'S POV Cassian is doing everything to make me feel better, but I don't know if it is even working. All I want to do is just rest. Everything to keep me away from Killian and his eyes. I can't help but feel him even in the doors. “You like reading, don't you?” Cassian suddenly asks, and I make myself get back in a sitting position. “Yes, I do,” I say, and he nods. “You haven't been to the pack library.”

Mint, booze, and pure sin nibbling my lip, exploring my mouth. He started guiding us somewhere; I tripped on my slippers and wobbled. Johnny steadied me, then lifted me onto a cupboard. “Wait—Johnny, wait…” I panted, wide‑eyed. Too overwhelmed. “This isn’t right.” I wasn’t anything like the women he beds. I'm not the lady masquerade. I'm just me... Cassidy North—his secretary. Not his. Not one of his girls. “What’s not right?” he asked softly, tipping my chin up. “We both feel this, Cassy. We both want it.” His voice worked like a spell—and it was working.

Cassian sat at the far end of the room beside the massive dark mahogany desk near the moonlit windows, looking like a Greek god of dark beauty. He was leaning back in a heavy leather armchair, bare chested and dressed only in his dark tailored trousers. The broad lines of his torso were visible, along with the intricate tattoos covering his arms and chest. His thick arms rested calmly across his chest, and an unlit cigarette hung loosely between his lips. Moonlight framed his figure as his pale silver eyes remained fixed on Alessia, and whatever little strength she had left seemed to disappear beneath that stare.

Aria I stood frozen, the duffel bag suddenly heavy on my shoulder, as Cassian stepped through the wreckage of the doorway, flanked by his men. His eyes found mine immediately. The slight upturn of his lips wasn't a smile—it was the satisfied look of a predator who'd cornered its prey. "Well," he said, his cultured voice at odds with the violence of their entry, "isn't this cozy?" Nobody moved. The team had their weapons trained on all of us. I gripped my gun tighter, though I knew it was useless against so many.

"So you're saying your story about going back to the past is true?" I nodded briefly. "And you expect me to believe your words?" he asked again. This time, I answered with a shake of my head. "It's up to you whether you want to believe it or not, Cassian. My only goal here is to finish my mission quickly and find the perpetrator of the outbreak." He fell silent again. I thought he was contemplating our next plan. I remained silent next to Cassian, who was busy with his belongings. He opened a suitcase and took out a worn-out book. After reading it for a while, Cassian handed me the book.

Dimly lit. Secure. Completely her domain. For the first time in months, she felt the sharp thrill of control. Every log, every file, every internal pattern—she had studied them all. She knew the enemy. Now, it was time for them to learn her. --- Cassian Joins the Fight Cassian arrived just as the sun dipped below the horizon. No suit. No authority. Just presence. “You’re ready,” he said simply. “I’ve never been more ready,” she replied.

“I didn’t mean to—I was trying to save him..” “You did,” Lucien said quietly. I looked at him, hope flaring desperately. His eyes were dark. Grim. “And you damned him.” The chamber doors slammed open. Cassian strode in like a conqueror walking into the aftermath of a battlefield he’d designed himself. His clothes were torn. Blood streaked one side of his jaw. His eyes burned brighter than I had ever seen them. Triumphant. “Well,” he drawled, surveying the destruction. “This has been quite… spectacular.”

“Though, I’m still angry at you. But I will give you a chance to redeem yourself. “ “What do you want me to do?” “Drink this with me and I will pretend like I saw nothing today.” “Okay. Let’s do it,” I finally agreed after another few seconds of hesitation. “Good,” he nodded his head approvingly. Cassian rose from his wheelchair where he had been sitting all along. He approached the table where his dinner was placed, his fingers wrapped firmly around the bottle in his hand. He stopped in front of the table, opening the bottle cautiously. Then without wasting another second, he tilted the bottle, pouring its contents in the cup of tea.

At the company's annual awards ceremony, my boss personally presented me with the "Employee of the Year" award. The bonus was ten million dollars, and he promised it would go through immediately, right there on the spot. Hundreds of my coworkers rose to their feet and applauded. Champagne and confetti rained down around me. But the next morning, the police showed up and took me from my own home. The company had reported me, claiming I suffered from a severe delusional disorder, that I'd not only imagined receiving a ten-million-dollar bonus but had also attacked the finance system in an attempt to siphon off company funds. I pulled up the transfer record and the gala footage on my phone