I could feel Cassian’s eyes on me even though I pretended not to notice. His presence filled the room, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.
The way he’d been acting lately—possessive, on edge—was becoming more noticeable. Every time I so much as exchanged a glance with Magnus or Dorian or anything male, I’d catch the flicker of jealousy in his gaze, though he would never admit it.
He was too proud for his own good.
I sighed, trailing my fingers along the spines of the books in the library. This had been my escape, a place where I could breathe, but Cassian’s constant watchfulness was beginning to suffocate me.
Magnus walked in, his usual carefree smile in place as he sauntered over to me. “Running away to the library again, Isadora?” he teased, eyes sparkling. He had that
