CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
My heartbeat stutters. “A… rank?”
“I’m not interested in any rank,” I say, voice steady, unwavering.
“I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want it. I just… want to give birth to my baby and live my life in peace.”
Cassia doesn’t waver. Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t flinch.
“That is not for me to discuss. I have delivered the message as requested,” she says curtly.
Then, without another word, she turns on her heel. Her heels click sharply against the pavement as she marches back to her car, opens the door, and leaves.
I stare after her, pissed, my hands trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.
Mia nudges me lightly. “Well… that was rude.”
I take out my phone and call the king. The first time goes straight to voicemail.
My fingers clench, teeth grit, and I call again.
