Chapter 49
Cassian
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of fiery orange and soft lavender. It was beautiful, but my mind was too restless to appreciate it. Today, my mate came to me with a look in her eyes that nearly undid me. She asked to spend the night with me, her voice soft and laced with promises I had only dared to dream of. There was a hint—no, a clear indication—that she was willing to let me mark her.
The thought alone sent a thrill through me, a deep, primal satisfaction. To mark her would mean she was mine. Ours. It would solidify the bond in a way words never could. And yet, when I tried to persuade Dane to let her stay with me tonight, he refused outright.
“It’s not your night, Cassian,” he had said, his voice clipped, as if he couldn’t believe I w
