CASSANDRA's POV.Our eyes locked across the room, and for a moment, the air between us seemed to burn. Blake. His broad shoulders, his steady stance, and those dark, piercing eyes that seemed to strip away every shield I had carefully built. My heart slammed against my ribs as the weight of his gaze fell on me, heavy with emotion—anger, longing, and something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to name.Ethan’s voice snapped me back to the moment. “Cassandra.” His tone was clipped, sharp, his false charm barely masking the anger beneath. “A word.”I forced myself to tear my gaze from Blake, my chest tight as Ethan’s hand landed on my arm. His grip was firm, possessive, a silent warning that I’d gone too far. He led me to a corner of the room, his face a mask of calm that only I could see through. “What was that?” he hissed, his voice low but sharp enough to cut. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking with barely restrained anger. “Refusing to sign in front of the elders? Making a fool of
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