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but slide my head back, so he can see me shake it. “I just…really need to find a way to Vy.”
He nods as well. “Okay.”
I try to let it reassure me. When this man gives his word, he means it. His hundreds of business partners and thousands of employees know it. I know it.
My heart is still troubled. Off-balance.
“We were only girls when we met, Cassian. Twelve. In this horrid class where we had to… run laps. I hated it. I was so bloody formal and serious—”
“You don’t say.”
I tug on his hair to retaliate for the tease. “She was so…everything I was not. Sassy and funny and beautiful…”
He loosens his hold in order to slide a finger forward, pushing up my chin. His gaze is waiting for mine, intense as the fireflies dancing over Sancti Lagoon. “Do you really not see how you are all those things too?”
Heavy breath. “Because Vy taught them to me.”
“Because they were inside you all along.” He raises the other hand to the side of my face. “Vy just granted you the freedom to show them to the world.”
I gulp again. Soak in his words as the precious truth they are. “But now she refuses to let me in, to help her .” Vocalizing it is supposed to help—but the conflict in my chest just cracks open wider. Out of that fissure, tears escape. Not a huge flood, for this sadness is more crushing than that. More soul deep.
“Everything is so different now, Cassian…” I turn my gaze out toward the terrace. The moon on the waves is like the diamond bracelet on my wrist: a representation of so much more than refracted light. In the waves, the moon finds magic. In the circle of my bracelet, there is a symbol of this man’s unending love. Even now, in the middle of the night, he waits for me with quiet but alert patience. I have to find more words for this…to give him. “I have come back here, feeling so much stronger than when I left…”
He cups my shoulders and squeezes. “Because you are. ”
“Then why do I feel so damn helpless?” I hate the pathetic rasp of it. Even more, I hate the bitter truth of it. “What have I returned for, if I cannot assist with anything?”
“ Favori. ” He kisses me gently. “It’s temporary. You know this. The situation on both banks of the river is chaos right now. Samsyn isn’t even allowing Brooke to go down there, and her bad ass still works for him.”
I pout. “ I am bad ass too.”
“Damn straight you are.” He adds a growling undertone, injecting the leonine energy into his next kiss. “But you still can’t traipse around Sancti without a security escort. Not right now. Things will start to normalize as soon as Evrest addresses the country on the news tomorrow.”
Rough huff, take two. “So…I am just supposed to sit around here, watch the flowers grow, and have my nails done?”
He dips his head, capturing my left forefinger between his playful lips. “Your nails are beautiful, just like your huge heart.”
“I do not want to be beautiful. I want to be useful .” My words are now close to pleas. They agitate me, driving me off the bed. Here, in the land which has always meant home, the only thing feeling close to that is literally the shirt on my back. Cassian’s faded Fordham U T-shirts have become my sleepwear of choice—when the situation calls for things like that. “But I cannot rebuild a single strut of that bridge. I cannot bring back Alak for Vylet. And I cannot step foot outside this Palais, much less help Samsyn in the hunt for those bonsuns responsible for all of this!”
I halt in front of the open terrace doors. Breathe deeply again, all but ordering the ocean wind to permeate my rioting spirit. A for effort; F for success. The refrain is becoming all too regular in my life.
Helpless, as that thug in Bryant Park unloaded three bullets into Cassian.
Helpless, waiting for Doyle to arrive after Cassian punched out his shower.
Helpless, watching the Grand Sancti Bridge get blown apart by a
He nods as well. “Okay.”
I try to let it reassure me. When this man gives his word, he means it. His hundreds of business partners and thousands of employees know it. I know it.
My heart is still troubled. Off-balance.
“We were only girls when we met, Cassian. Twelve. In this horrid class where we had to… run laps. I hated it. I was so bloody formal and serious—”
“You don’t say.”
I tug on his hair to retaliate for the tease. “She was so…everything I was not. Sassy and funny and beautiful…”
He loosens his hold in order to slide a finger forward, pushing up my chin. His gaze is waiting for mine, intense as the fireflies dancing over Sancti Lagoon. “Do you really not see how you are all those things too?”
Heavy breath. “Because Vy taught them to me.”
“Because they were inside you all along.” He raises the other hand to the side of my face. “Vy just granted you the freedom to show them to the world.”
I gulp again. Soak in his words as the precious truth they are. “But now she refuses to let me in, to help her .” Vocalizing it is supposed to help—but the conflict in my chest just cracks open wider. Out of that fissure, tears escape. Not a huge flood, for this sadness is more crushing than that. More soul deep.
“Everything is so different now, Cassian…” I turn my gaze out toward the terrace. The moon on the waves is like the diamond bracelet on my wrist: a representation of so much more than refracted light. In the waves, the moon finds magic. In the circle of my bracelet, there is a symbol of this man’s unending love. Even now, in the middle of the night, he waits for me with quiet but alert patience. I have to find more words for this…to give him. “I have come back here, feeling so much stronger than when I left…”
He cups my shoulders and squeezes. “Because you are. ”
“Then why do I feel so damn helpless?” I hate the pathetic rasp of it. Even more, I hate the bitter truth of it. “What have I returned for, if I cannot assist with anything?”
“ Favori. ” He kisses me gently. “It’s temporary. You know this. The situation on both banks of the river is chaos right now. Samsyn isn’t even allowing Brooke to go down there, and her bad ass still works for him.”
I pout. “ I am bad ass too.”
“Damn straight you are.” He adds a growling undertone, injecting the leonine energy into his next kiss. “But you still can’t traipse around Sancti without a security escort. Not right now. Things will start to normalize as soon as Evrest addresses the country on the news tomorrow.”
Rough huff, take two. “So…I am just supposed to sit around here, watch the flowers grow, and have my nails done?”
He dips his head, capturing my left forefinger between his playful lips. “Your nails are beautiful, just like your huge heart.”
“I do not want to be beautiful. I want to be useful .” My words are now close to pleas. They agitate me, driving me off the bed. Here, in the land which has always meant home, the only thing feeling close to that is literally the shirt on my back. Cassian’s faded Fordham U T-shirts have become my sleepwear of choice—when the situation calls for things like that. “But I cannot rebuild a single strut of that bridge. I cannot bring back Alak for Vylet. And I cannot step foot outside this Palais, much less help Samsyn in the hunt for those bonsuns responsible for all of this!”
I halt in front of the open terrace doors. Breathe deeply again, all but ordering the ocean wind to permeate my rioting spirit. A for effort; F for success. The refrain is becoming all too regular in my life.
Helpless, as that thug in Bryant Park unloaded three bullets into Cassian.
Helpless, waiting for Doyle to arrive after Cassian punched out his shower.
Helpless, watching the Grand Sancti Bridge get blown apart by a
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