Cassian's POV
She simply nodded, twisting her mouth in pain.
That bothered me more.
Maybe her fear was for the best, even if it unsettled me that she did, but she wasn't any different; she should fear me like the others, too, like my men, rivals and other people do.
"Mr Cassian, I'm trying so hard to live with you, but it's just so hard. The rules, the demeaning punishments, the mixed feelings I get from you, it's all just too much for me," Celine blurted, trying to keep her voice normal, although I could tell that tears were almost breaking out from her eyes.
I looked away; I didn't want to see her now.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
I took a look at her barely covered back, and there were the freshly imprinted bruises. It looked like it had been tended to, because it didn't look so fresh again.
Part of me hated myself for giving her those bruises, while a part of me didn't feel sorry for her at all.
