Cassien's POV
With my arms folded, I tapped my fingers lightly on my arm, watching as the blood drained from Sterling's face, staring at his cousin.
He was overprotective of her.
“Who knew there would be something interesting happening in our mansion today?” Riven joked, leaning on the railings of the balcony.
Ashton scoffed. “I see no point in her acting tough. She has an injured arm and a hurt wolf. Losing would be quick,” he said.
“It doesn't matter whether she wins or not. She stood her ground, and that's what matters,” Asher defended.
I, on the other hand, was intrigued. Considering how she threw it all and is now back with a lesser version of herself, I expected her to cower away, but she didn't, standing tall before everyone who told her she could not. It's admirable.
Sterl
