What Arabella had learned about Cassius was frustratingly little, yet each piece only deepened his mystery of him. He always drank something red, but when she dared to lean in, the scent betrayed that it wasn't blood. He was distant and ruthless whether it was to his subordinates, cutting to his stepsister and stepmother. And yet with her... he was cruel, but controlled. He let her suffer, but would never let it truly ruin her. As if he was testing her endurance rather than seeking to break her.
It made her wonder... was there a version of Cassius hidden beneath the sharp edges and icy indifference? Or was he truly as merciless as he wanted the world to believe?
And then there was that night when he sent her back to the dungeon, why? Was it because she had almost touched his heart and come toward his core which seemed to have made him hesitate?
And tonight, the anger in his eyes when he saw her sad.
