CASSANDRA
Rayden suddenly grabbed my hand, and when I whipped around to stare at him, his eyes bore into mine intensely, so much that my heart began to race.
“Let me go with you, Cassy,” he insisted, and his eyes grew sorrowful, as if he was a young boy who’d lost something he couldn’t recover again. “Please.”
My eyes widened as I tried to wrap my mind around what was happening.
“Rayden…” I uttered.
As Rayden stared at me with his large brown eyes, a feeling swept through me along with understanding. Asher’s earlier words in the meeting room played through my mind. The Alpha King had quipped that the prince of the Wild Crawlers fancied me. At the time, his words had been a massive shock, but as I stood here in the garden, I began to suspect that Asher may have been right.
But I didn’
