Chapter 86

• Dallas’s POV
• In the tangled threads of emotions, it hardly mattered who fell first. What mattered was that in the end, hearts met, claws interlocked, and souls chose to stay together. That’s the bond I sensed Cassian sought—not possession, but a mutual tether, forged in trust and devotion.
• Hearing him speak in that way, I realized he didn’t want to dredge up the past between us. A pang of guilt struck me. How could I have forgotten him? Someone with such a striking presence, with that faint tear-shaped mark beneath his amber eyes—if he had been part of my life before, how could I have erased him from memory?