The moment I hit the velvet cushions of the carriage seat, the heavy door slammed shut behind us.
Before I could even lean back, Cassandra was already over me.
She straddled my lap in one fluid motion, her knees pressing tightly against my outer thighs.
Her pale, ice-cold fingers shot up, firmly cupping my jaw and forcing my head back against the leather seat.
Her stormy grey eyes burned into mine with an intense, suffocating scrutiny that felt like a sharp blade against my throat.
"What did you say to her?" Cassandra demanded softly, her voice dropping into a dangerous, purring whisper.
"What did you whisper in her ear to make her trot back to her unit like a docile pet?"
I forced my heart rate to stay flat, keeping my expression completely unbothered.
