I bit my lips as I sat alone in my room, curling my hair with the iron. The soft, golden curls fell perfectly against my shoulders, framing my face in a way that made me pause. Why was I doing this? I set the curling iron down, staring at myself in the mirror. The light makeup I had applied earlier seemed more vibrant under the glow of the room’s chandelier, and I couldn’t help but frown. Was I really dressing up because of him? Magnus?
I shook my head, trying to dispel the thought. For f**k’s sake, that’s my husband’s brother. Ugh. I knew that Cassian and I were in an arranged marriage, something born out of political convenience rather than love. But Magnus... he was Cassian’s brother. This wasn’t right. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
Just as I was about to get up and change into s
