**Secret Key—Ghostwriter**
Cassian's stupidity was no longer news at that point. But it was still a delight to see his jaw reaching for the floor as Ember put no effort into releasing the dam behind her tear ducts.
Rowan held her, eyes dark as he examined her arm that bleeded from the slash. His number one role was to play witness in the matter—an endeavour that was a success already.
His cousin, Malric, squinted in confusion at his sudden presence, ever the wiser one of the group. It was clear he thought that something was odd but couldn't quite place his fingers at what it was.
Lucien was more annoyed than shocked though. "What are you doing here, garbage prince?" He gritted in annoyance, totally ignoring Ember like the sight of blood was his usual playground and not at all anything worthy of his expensive attention.
