Cassien’s POV
“I told you I hated that smell,” I said, stepping into the study.
He turned around, and the stench wafted into my nostrils. I let out a low growl, eyes burning, but I restrained myself. Lenal had that stupid smirk on his face.
I went to my stash of drinks, took out a glass and read the label. “Seems you are not strong enough to resist killing me,” he said, amused.
One would think he wasn’t talking about his death from afar. I grabbed a glass, and for a brief moment all that could be heard in the room was the splatter of the wine meeting the glass.
“You seem to enjoy testing my patience.” I paused pouring, raising my head briefly to him.
He was so close to dying by my hands, and I knew for a fact he knew it. He raised his hand, took a seat, crossing his legs. He was dres
