Chapter 33: Stay With Me
(Cassandra’s POV)
My grip tightened on the parchment until I thought it might tear under my fingers. The magic in the document pulsed faintly, reminding me of its weight — its painful truth.
"Why is there no recipient named for Nathan's heart?" I demanded, keeping my voice sharp, though the strain in my chest threatened to seep in. My wolf, Aurora, bristled inside me, pushing me to act.
Across the room, Alexander leaned back against the far wall. The calmness on his face, the unshakable steel in his silver eyes—it made my fury boil. He didn’t look afraid. He never seemed afraid.
"Because," he started, speaking carefully, measuring his words as though they alone could control me. "Nathan Rivers didn’t die in the ritual."
I stared at him, his words runnin
