Chapter 2
335 Words
CHAPTER TWO
CASSIAN Laurel's POV
She walked in like she owned the building — which was impressive, considering her family barely owned their souls.
Luna Knight. The woman who was supposed to be his enemy. The woman who kept him up at night more than his billion-dollar algorithms or father’s expectations ever could.
Cassian leaned back in his chair, watching her like a tiger watches another predator walk into its territory. All bone structure and blade-sharp grace, she was every bit the Knight legacy wrapped in high fashion and fury. That blazer? Custom Balmain. That stare? Personal.
And yet… beneath all that glass and marble, he knew what she looked like without the armor.
He’d kissed the sharp out of her once. She’d clawed it right back.
When she sat across from him, something cold flickered behind her eyes. Professional. Polished. Poisonous. Just like they were supposed to be. Just like they pretended to be.
He smirked.
“Look who came to negotiate,” he drawled. “Should I kneel, or will you?”
There it was — the twitch in her jaw. The one she got when she was furious and trying not to show it. He’d seen that face pressed into a pillow once, whispering his name like a sin. Now she wore it like a crown.
She fired back with something sharp — he barely heard it.
Because all he could think about was how damn close she was.
All those nights: her perfume on his skin, her fingernails dragging down his back, her whispers carved into his spine like scripture. And here she was again, sitting across a war table acting like nothing had happened.
Like she didn’t wake up in his arms three nights ago.
He slid his foot under the table, barely grazing hers.
She didn’t flinch.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t stop him.
Good.
She was still his — even if they both knew it couldn’t last.
Because love was a weakness in their world.
And weakness got you killed
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