"Who are you? What's your relationship with Elara?!"
Cassian seethed with blinding jealousy, his eyes bloodshot and blazing with rage.
Before the man could answer, Elara spoke first, her voice cold as ice.
"That's none of your business. Who do you think you are to ask? Leave right now."
The moment those words left her lips, the veins on Cassian's forehead bulged. He surged to his feet and threw a punch straight at the man's face.
But he was already drained physically and emotionally. He didn't stand a chance against the other man.
After only a few clumsy exchanges, he was sent crashing into the muddy puddles on the ground. His elbow was scraped raw and bleeding, his clothes were caked in mud, and he looked as miserable as a drowned rat.
Elara didn't even spare him a glance.
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