Cassian POV
I had wanted to check up on her after sending Jennifer home. The little mouse I had gotten married to.
I don't even remember her name. But I wanted to make sure she was settled in, seeing how her sister had died. But seeing she had company, I had left her. Yet, I had been angry, so f*****g angry.
Why? I have no idea. I shouldn't be angry. She wasn't mine.
Then the cricket game, f*****g hell.
I wheeled myself down the corridor, the smooth marble floor making the chair glide effortlessly. The palace around me was filled with silent grandeur—ornate columns, expensive tapestries, and the distant hum of the palace staff going about their duties.
They greeted me as I walked by, but their eyes held confusion on why I was on a wheelchair. I looked around to check for one person.
