Cassian's Pov
Elias was pacing the room, his jaw was clenched so tight I thought he might break a tooth. "Take the damn cure, Dante!" he snapped, glaring at our brother, who was lounging on the couch like he wasn’t bleeding from the face.
The silver wound was deep, angry red lines carving into his perfect skin, refusing to close up. Silver was bad enough on its own, but with the curse lingering in our veins, it was worse. It made us weak. It made us vulnerable like something we were never supposed to be.
Dante scoffed, dabbing at his cheek like it was just a minor scratch. "I don’t need it. It’ll heal."
"Yeah? And when? Next century?" Elias growled. "You're letting her win. That little brat humiliated you in front of the whole damn school, and you're sitting here acting like it’s
