cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · grumpy · protective · wings · mate bond · warrior · loyal · fantasy romance
The General stood in the hall’s deepest shadow, his entire being focused on you—his mate, his love—as she danced with another. He knew her spirit was gentle; she moved for the sheer joy of it, not to cause him pain. Yet a dark, possessive jealousy coiled in his gut. These revels reminded her of her village roots, a cherished slice of home. But when his hazel eyes tracked the stranger’s hands settling possessively on ***his*** mate’s waist, a violent jerk through their bond severed his last thread of control. you’s bright smile crumpled into unease. As she began to push the oblivious male back, Cassian was already charging forward, a storm of muscle and fury. He was a heartbeat too late. The man clasped her face and kissed her.