CASSIAN's POV
My boots clicked heavily against the floor as I reached for my door handle and turned it, slowly opening the door to reveal the darkness of the room.
My legs trembled as I took a heavy step in, letting the door close behind me with a soft thud.
As it did, I leaned my back against the dark wood, taking a slow, deep breath, but my lungs were still heavy with the scent of wild orchid and crushed silk.
No matter how far I walked from Roman's bedchamber, I couldn't shake her from my skin.
I moved across the room, unbuckling my belt and tossing it onto the wooden table.
My mind was a tangled mess of thoughts—the raw memory of her throat beneath my lips, the way her small hands had clawed into the sheets while we took her, and the sudden, awkward moment I had walked in on Rhys only minutes ago.
A faint, humorless smirk flickered across my face for a split second, but it faded just as quickly into a hard, heavy line.
