Romans & histoires Cassian Rhysand

Rhyland’s POV I felt foreign in my own body, the only think I could do was protect her. Thats the only thing I cared to do. My eyes snapped from my father’s bloodied body to the petite little maid crying over Queen Fara’s body. “Rhyland! Get Raven out of here now!” Cassius struggled in the ropes until he let out a gurgled shout and his arms burst into flames. The ropes sizzled as they collapsed off of him.

GROOM IDENTITY UNLOCKED Name: Rhysand Vittorio Bernadi Age: 30 Role: Executive Vice Chairman, Bernadi Petroleum Holdings Primary residence: Rome, London, New York Media handling: Extreme discretion required Beneath it was a photograph. Black and white. Dark suit. Black hair neater than I remembered, but not neat enough to make him look tame. The same jaw. The same mouth. The same blue eyes, staring straight into the camera like the camera owed him money. There was suddenly not enough air in the conference room. I closed the laptop.

So now I'm trying to do whatever he wants and play his game, instead of having to watch the Big Man company go bankrupt and screw up. I have many friends there: Gabriel, Annie, Shasha, Dexter, Jane, and Cindy. I'm not going to make them suffer just because I'm too stubborn and don't want to lose to Rhysand del Millero. Even so, I know.. I know very well that behind all my struggles, there is a feeling of happiness because of him. A passion and attraction that is so strong from within me. I can't stop succumbing to his touch. Rhysand is a dangerous man I've always denied. And whatever awaits in the future, what happens to me because of him .. I can only believe that I can face it.

My fingers twitched at my sides. A part of me screamed to bolt. Another part. the darker, more curious part leaned forward, ravenous and needy. I turned slowly to him. Rhysand stood there, like a god carved from midnight, unmoved, unreadable, and undeniably in control. “So…” I lifted my chin. “How many women have you brought in here?” His eyes narrowed slightly. “None.” I blinked. “Liar.” His stare didn’t waver. “I never lie, Camilla.”

His dark brown eyes shone, and King Cassian saw himself in this child, Rhysand was a replica of his father, the king with those brown cold eyes. "Him..."Mayor Bathory trailed off as his eyes lost on the small body of Rhysand who was standing far off, refusing to take a step closer. "Future of Hagrid" Mayor Bathory whispered as his eyes remained glued on Rhysand, he was in a form of trance "Feared, Brutal, strong, Cold, his soul intertwined..."

Confusion flickered across her face, but she didn't argue. "What is his name?" she asked, gesturing toward me. The demon's black eyes glittered. "His name is Cassian Rhys. But we know him more as the High Prince Kassariel of the Court of Lust." The words settled into me like stones dropped into still water. He told the truth. That was one truth confirmed. Which meant he'd only told one lie so far or could only tell a lie after this. Unless he was playing games within games. I had one question left. One chance.

Silver Dawn was the strongest of all the four packs and if Alexander believed in his Beta, then I believed in him too. I suddenly looked up from my internal musing, my breath stopping in my throat as I realized that I was standing right before Cassius' door. Alex's twin brother. The one nobody spoke about. The one everyone called ‘The Damned Prince.’ The one with the million secrets swirling about his life and death. Curiosity bloomed in my stomach. Goosebumps sprouted on my skin, something dark and deadly calling to me from his room like a siren. I gulped and placed a hand on the doorknob, taking a deep breath and dropping all caution at my feet. I twisted the doorknob, the door creaking op

But Cassian’s world had narrowed until all he could see was her. Elara. He almost didn’t recognize the woman now poised beside the Blackwoods—so composed, so terrifyingly self-contained. As he watched her, a ragged, tattered, and wronged memory of her flashed in his mind, but he shook it off. It was a ghost of a lifetime only he was plagued to remember and hate himself for not doing anything before it was too late.

“Depends. You worth the felony charge?” That earns me a grin from one of the men behind him, a flash of gold tooth in the dusk. But blue eyes just steps closer. The air between us tightens, humming with something I don’t know. “I’m Cassian,” he says, as if that explains everything. I should be afraid. A lone girl surrounded by a gang of leather-clad men in the middle of nowhere? Every bad luck story I have ever heard is screaming in my head. But my pulse isn’t beating hard. I am… fascinated.

The guys who were laughing kept shut, the smiles vanishing from their faces. He mumbled a curse and walked to the door about to open it when it reeled open and the bright light from the outside rushed in. The man was sent flying, his back crashing just like I did. “ You made a huge mistake touching her.” The person said, sandalwood filling my nostrils. My head tilted in his direction. That voice. That scent. Those beautiful eyes. All belonged to one person and his name. Was Cassian Ivanov. The very man I badly wanted to forget.