CYAN
He was holding a small leather bag, his eyes wide, swimming with unshed tears and a quiet, devastating shock that made my heart plummet straight down through the floorboards.
My stomach heaved. The warmth of the morning, the happiness of a few minutes ago, the illusion that I could finally have him, everything shattered into a million jagged pieces, slicing right through my chest.
'No. God, no.'
"Noah..." I breathed out, the name scraping raw against my throat.
I looked back at Cassian, desperately searching his face for the guilt I had expected to find.
I wanted to see him panic, wanted to see him regret crossing that line, wanted him to prove that last night was a mistake.
Instead, I found none of it.
Cassian was staring at Noah like a ghost had just walked through his front door. His face was pale, his eyes wide and completely blown out with a raw, agonizing hunger that had nothing to do with me.
