Chapter 119
One week had passed since Cassius last saw Anastasia—since he last saw her beautiful blue eyes, kissed her lips, and felt the touch of her soft porcelain skin.
Cassius's chest tightened as he turned around. Rage. He felt nothing but anger as he glared at his reflection in the mirror, his hands clenched into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms. With his blood boiling with anger, he punched his hand into the mirror, the shards breaking into his skin. Every part of his body was clouded with hot rage.
Anastasia was gone. Nerina had stolen her from him. His heart pounded against his chest as he clamped the mirror shard in his palm, allowing blood to flow out.
He had failed to protect her. He had failed in so many ways. And the damn Council, who was supposed to help, had already started hibernating in their coffins. They went to sleep just a few days ago.
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