The weather was growing colder by the day. It wouldn't be long before snow began to fall—snow that would soon be stained crimson by the blood of soldiers and cultists alike, their bodies left behind to grow cold forever.
That fate might one day reach Cassian too, as just another soldier caught in the war. But for now, he was far from the battlefield, sheltered within the safest place there was—the beacon of knowledge itself—staring at what might have been the most dangerous sight of all.
A view capable of starting wars and ending lives alike.
A lady's tempting rear.
She slept with that part left exposed, almost as if by some ancient coincidence meant to test anyone who noticed. It was enough to make Cassian's pulse quicken, temptation stirring before he could stop it. The sheets didn't cover her there—only her long nightgown did, and the way it clung made it clear there was nothing beneath it.
