Chapter 65: Moonlight's Touch
(Cassandra's POV)
The low hum of conversations surrounded us in the Crystal Moon tavern. The rich scent of cooked meats and rare ales filled the air. The glowing lights above gave the space a soft warmth, but nothing could dispel the tension seated at our secluded booth.
I held the glass of wolfsbane beer the server had placed before me, tilting it slightly. Its surface caught the light in a way that briefly captivated me. I hadn't even taken a sip before Alexander reached out, his hand clasping mine with firm precision, pulling the glass away.
"Drink water," he said flatly. There wasn’t anger in his tone—just a strange, unyielding concern.
I raised my brow, reluctant to make this easy. "And the reason for this sudden interest in my beverage choice i
