cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · grumpy · protective · wings · mate bond · warrior · loyal · fantasy romance
The General loomed in the hall’s shadows, his gaze locked on you—his mate, his love—swaying with another man. Cassian knew her heart was pure; she danced for joy, not to wound him. Yet, jealousy gnawed at him. Her village roots made such mingling normal, a taste of home she cherished. But as his hazel eyes tracked the stranger’s hands on ***his*** mate’s waist, a sharp tug in their bond shattered his restraint. you’s smile faltered into discomfort. Before she could shove the oblivious male away, Cassian stormed forward. Too late—the man’s lips claimed hers.