Aria’s POV
The silence that followed Silas’s jab was more violent than the scream Elena had let out. I watched Cassian’s jaw set and tighten, his eyes turning dark to a shade of amber that promised nothing but c*****e. Silas was playing a dangerous game, mocking a Vaelor about his mate in his own house while it was already burning down from the inside.
"My mate," Cassian said, the words coming out as a low edge. He didn't look at Elena. He looked at Silas, his hands gripping the back of his chair so hard the mahogany groaned. "Is none of your concern. Perhaps in the North, you treat your women like show ponies, but here, we value... discretion."
"Discretion?" the Grand Luna snapped, her voice like a whip. She stood up, her emerald gown shining under the dying candlelight. "There is
