Chapter 89

• Third Person’s POV
• Noah’s small frame trembled with determination, his golden eyes bright with unshakable resolve. All he wanted was for his mother to heal, to rise from the ashes of her suffering. Cassian watched him with a mixture of awe and relief.
• “Your mother would be proud of your heart, Noah,” Cassian murmured, his deep voice a low rumble, tinged with warmth. “But I won’t disobey her. If I used your skin… she would hate me for life.”