Celine's POV
Marcus gave another curt nod before stepping back toward the door, his posture straight as a blade.
When he was gone, Madison turned to me, her brows slightly raised. "Be careful, Celine."
I blinked, confused. "What?"
Her tone softened, but her eyes stayed sharp. "Whatever that was just now… don't let it happen again. Cassian doesn't miss things like that, and if he does…"
Her words trailed off, heavy with warning.
I looked down, my fingers twisting nervously. "I wasn't…I mean, I didn't mean to…".
Was it so obvious that I was flirting with my bodyguard?.
"I know," she said gently. "But intention doesn't matter here. You can't afford to look at anyone that way. Especially not Marcus. Remember the rules; he didn't condone that with slaves. You're Cassian's fiancée now, whether you like it or not, and that rule applies even more to you now; you can't afford to return to being his slave; it will be much worse for you then."
