Marie’s POV:
For the first few seconds, Marie didn’t register the sting, she couldn’t.
For all her decades alive, no one had slapped her, ever.
So, when she heard the vicious, sharp sound echoing across the empty yard, she had been more puzzled than hurt. Then, the burn began to spread across her cheeks and she realized what had just happened.
As the force behind Cassian’s swing registered, her head snapped to the side, her cheeks flared, her eyes narrowed, and she stumbled backwards in complete shock. One hand flew to her face as she rubbed where Cassian’s palm had wrapped around her face.
Cassian had slapped her? An alpha? He had dared put his filthy hands on her pristine face? Who did the bastard think he was?
Her vision blurred on the edges, as rage and shock rippled through
