Cassel — POV
At first, I was furious because that idiot Frederick had cost me the chance to get closer to Rosalia.
The anger wasn't simple irritation; it was a sharp, biting rage that crawled up my spine like wildfire.
My jaw clenched so tightly it ached, and for a moment I could hear nothing but the pounding of my own heartbeat echoing in my skull.
Damn it.
I had been just a breath away from kissing her… just a whisper away from tasting her warmth, from claiming something I had been hungering for far longer than I ever admitted.
I had been a heartbeat away from placing my mark on her.
If I had kissed her then…
If I had marked her then…
That way-
No one would dare covet what's mine ever again.
My hands tightened around the steering wheel, the leather creaking under the pressure of my grip.
Yet even through that anger,
I forced myself to breathe.
Despite my anger, I'm not the type who lashes out simply because things don't unfold the way I want.
