Peniel
“What the hell are you talking about?” I jerked away from Cassian.
Cassian’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with an anger that replaced their usual softness. His breaths came in short, sharp bursts. "She can’t know what's going to happen," he rasped, "Or else, Lucian will still become the Alpha King! I have to be the one to know . . . ”
I inhaled sharply, his fear cutting through the haze in my mind. His eyes darted around the room, as if the walls themselves might betray him. My mind raced. Selene—if she knew what I did, if she caught even a hint of our plans, she could ruin everything. My stomach twisted, a chill settling over my skin. Cassian was right. If she interfered, Lucian would seize the throne.
I placed a hand on his shoulder. "We need a plan," I murmured, trying
