“I don’t know if I can do this, Cassian,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’m not sure I can handle more pain, more disappointment.”
Cassian’s expression softened, and for the first time, I saw something in his eyes that wasn’t coldness or indifference. It was a flicker of vulnerability, of uncertainty, and it made my heart ache even more.
“I understand,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I don’t blame you for feeling that way. But Isadora, I’m not asking for a miracle. I’m just asking for a chance—for both of us.”
I looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of deception, but all I saw was sincerity. The man who had been so cold, so distant, was standing before me, asking for something I wasn’t sure I could give.
“Why now?” I asked, my voice cracking. “W
