Chapter 15 Unraveling Thread

• "You hit her harder than I expected, Casian," Megan said softly, her voice barely carrying over the quiet hum of the luxury sedan’s climate control as they left the long, iron gates of the Vane Estate behind.
• The sky above the Long Island coastline had turned a heavy, bruised purple. Rain lashed against the Maybach's tinted windows, blurring the passing estate walls into dark streaks.
• Casian didn't look at her immediately. He sat with his elbows resting on his knees, his broad hands clasped tightly together, his jaw set in an unyielding line. The raw, violent adrenaline that had filled the Vane library was still radiating off him in suffocating waves. Her hyperosmia picked up the dark, volatile shift in his scent—the sharp, metallic edge of pure aggression mixing with a deep, subterranean fury.