Cassian's POV
Celine seemed more protesting every day, and she looked even smarter than any slave I had before, so that I couldn't take chances.
She is more observant, and I heard she was trying to escape the day she was brought to me. These days, she is no longer so quiet, making me think she has something up her sleeve.
I took some measures to avoid that, so the bride cannot run away before the wedding.
Marcus was brilliant; he had handled stubborn slaves in the past, serving as protection and guide.
The boutique smelled of fresh silk, leather, and a faint trace of amber perfume. I really didn't like the smell of fabrics, silk, and whatever, but I had to be here, and even now I'm wondering why I didn't delegate this part to someone else.
But at least the VIP section was quiet. It was calm enough that the ticking of the clock on the far wall sounded like a countdown.
