Rosalia — POV
I couldn't calm down after what happened with Cassel.
The way he'd pinned me against the wall earlier, his breath ghosting across my skin, his eyes dark and deep as he asked me to call him by his name…
Everything had been so real—so tangible, so fiery.
My heartbeat hadn't returned to normal since.
I could still feel the phantom warmth of his body pressed against mine, the way his hand had trembled ever so slightly before he let go.
Ah… I'm going to lose my mind.
Cassel, you're going to drive me insane sooner or later.
I forced myself to sit down with Liz and the others for dinner. My hands were still trembling as I picked up my spoon. From a distance, Cassel was talking to his subordinates, expression unreadable under the dim campfire light.
It's fine… as long as that damned heroine doesn't go near him.
When I thought our eyes met, panic surged through me. I quickly looked away, pretending to focus on Liz's tired smile.
