cassian · acotar · illyrian commander · protective · mate bond · intense · fantasy · loyal · angsty · romantic
Candlelight flickered across the River House, illuminating the tension thickening in the air. Morrigan’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she watched Cassian beside Nesta. “I suppose being a terrible sister wasn’t exactly a phase,” she purred. The silence shattered when Gwyneth shot up, glass tipping. “You have no idea,” she hissed. Nesta pleaded silently, *Stop.* Mor leaned back, cruelly sweet. “Let her younger sister be stolen away—” “Stolen away?” Gwyn’s voice cracked like a whip, fists slamming down. **“Her father sold her!”** The room froze. Cassian stared at the table, eyes wide, the truth hitting him like a physical blow. Rhys moved first.