Cassian’s POV
“So, you reached out to your regional Alpha---me and offered her up like a bounty prize,” I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Cold. Unforgiving.
“All for a fee, wasn’t it? That way, you could wash your hands of it and claim no fault.”
Eulalia didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her silence screamed louder than words ever could. It was enough. It was confession.
The memory resurfaced, burning hot in my chest. They’d presented her to me as though they were doing me some kind of favor. As though she were an object to be traded, a prize to be claimed. Not a child. Never a child. To them, she was nothing more than leverage an escape route, a chance at profit. And all because the Twelve Families had been clear: eradicate the Mad King’s bloodline at any cost
