Cassian's POV
She shook her head in disbelief, and pain twisted across her face. "A formality? You're asking me to stand there and pretend I belong with you in front of people who want to see me dead. That's not formality, that's a death sentence."
"I don't care what you think or what they think, Celine," I replied.
"You should," she whispered. "Because I'll be the one paying for your decisions."
I took a step closer, closing the space between us. "Listen to me, Celine. You think this is about you, Celine. Don't forget that you belong to me. Besides, they can't get their eyes off you, and this was the only way. Once you carry my name, no one…" I stopped, my tone lowering, dangerous. "...no one will dare to touch you."
She looked confused, her brows knitting together in a frown. "Touch me? Not like they would dare to touch me even if I'm not married to you."
