Cassian’s POV
I stood in the middle of the study with the dimmed lights and my hands behind my back like a war general planning his next attack. Every inch of me burned with fury, not the kind that flared and vanished, but the cold, steady type that lingered just beneath the surface.
Raven!
She walked into our lives like a goddamn curse, and ever since that pathetic moment she struck Dante, everything has been spiraling. The boys were slipping and getting distracted and I, the one who always knew how to control it all, was blank. I couldn’t figure out what pissed me off more—her attitude, her constant defiance, or the way she looked at him.
Jerome!
The bastard who walked out of the shadows and had the balls to smile at her like he belonged here, Like he wasn’t a mistake our father hi
