Cassian
Everything in Elara’s posture reeks of anger, and I find great satisfaction in imagining what might have caused it. Her taste lingered on my tongue for hours, and the reminder of my weakness was so unbearable that I quickly had to find something to rid myself of her sweetness. Narkissa is helpful, loyal, and, above all, compliant. She doesn’t ask to stay longer in my bed because she knows the answer, just as she doesn’t ask for displays of affection I won’t give. That’s why she’s always the easiest option.
What isn’t easy is ignoring what my hungry nature demands now that I’ve had a small taste.
We arrive at the stables, where Orpheus has already been saddled on my orders. The stallion seems pleased to see us, although perhaps I shouldn’t extend that assumption to myself. The an
