From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

We made a bet stop so I could relieve myselt at a small tavern that stood in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

dares weren’t lacking for a single moment.

far too flashy for a place like that, and at that moment I felt like a traitor for wearing such glamorous and expensive clothes

My family has never had more than enough to buy what’s necessary and live day to day

When I got back to the carriage, a small basket with food was waiting for me, which I devoured in silence while avoiding looking at Cassian in case

able to read my thoughts onor Jaain jus be looking at my face.

Only For seconds did I wonder if he might be hungry or if may be his absence this morning was because he had gone to feed on another

The thought sent a stab to my chod –

He said he never bir us, but he did in with me–what makes me think I’m the only exceptient

Now that I know how intimate the act can be. I don’t want him to share something like that with anyone

Hypocrite, because I haven’t exactly offered myself willingly to give him my blood either.

The few times it happened, there were hustrul thoughts cloading my mind.

We ended up stopping in front of the gates of a gothic–looking mansion, where there was no lack of colored stained glass windows and wine- colored rose windows

There were a few more carriages from which guests were stepping out.

Cassan got out first and helped me do the same.

This time he didn’t disappear, but instead intertwined his arm with mine.

We took the first steps and I couldn’t help but lower my gaze a bit at the sensation of dozens of pairs of eyes on me.

“They’re staring at us.” I whisper.

“know” he admits. “I would too if I were them”

“Maybe you should go in alone, like you’ve always done until now.”“

His hand now gloved in his usual leather gloves, rests over mine and applies just the right pressure for me to get the message

He’s not going anywhere.

“I don’t care if they look, if they admire you. They’ll never be me, nor will they ever have you hanging from their arm.

He walks with his gaze fixed ahead, undisturbed by anything.

“I’ve never cared about them. I’m not going to start now.”

“Well I do care”

“Why do you care!”

We finished walking toward the doors, where a perfectly dressed man bows his head when he sees us and whispers Cassian’s sumame as a sign of

Cassian doesn’t bother to respond, walking past him as if he owned the place.

Some head turn in our direction, and I see a few Diluted women widen their eyes in astonishment and try to hide their expressions behind their

“You haven’t answered my question.” Cassian whispers in my ear.

I can’t help but glance again at the others, whose eyes are

sare still fixed on us..

I feel my cheeks heat up

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Chapter 82

I know the image we’re projecting, and I know he’s aware of it too

“They won’t stop looking at me. I don’t like it.” I reply so low that even I can barely hear my own voice.

But he does he always seems to hear everything, even the voice in my head

me to realize it.

“They’ve always looked at you,” he admits. “You were just too busy showing the whole world how much you hate me to

Every time you’ve walked into a room, everyone’s eyes focused on you, and every one of those times I’ve seen the greed in every pair of eyes”

While he speaks, he guides us through the hall as people step aside, opening a path for us

I hear the rustling of my skirts against the floor, which by the looks of it has been recently polished

I glance sideways at Cassian and realize that his eyes are also on me.

If I stopped to look at them better, I could see that there’s a fice burning inside that melts the ice in his blue eyes.

“Well, well my special guest has finally arrived” Cira’s sweet and at the same time seductive voice reaches my ears.

“And you come with the best company”

He makes his way through the crowd to appear before us, wearing black leather pants and a blood–colored shirt tied carelessly, leaving part of his chest exposed

He holds a glass full of red liquid between his fingers

When I look into his eyes, I see that his gaze is also on me, with small wrinkles at the corners born from his amused expression

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“You say the same thing every year,” Cassian says, bored.

“Except for the part about the best company, of course.”

He winks in my

direction

“Ebra, I’m glad to see you here. I hope you have fun, and please, don’t forget that you owe me a dance”

hine Cassian hisses.

“She doesn’t owe you anything.”

“Find someone else to bother?

“Don’t forget, Elara You, me, and one slow dance later”

He bids farewell with a hand gesture and disappears into the crowd.

Cassian is tenser than usual–it feels like I’m resting against a piece of marble, hard and impenetrable.

I remember his answer to my question from earlier and can’t help a mischievous smile.

1 Ciro the low–ranking Pureblood who throws big parties?”

He nods, without separating his lips from the firm straight line they’ve formed.

“Cassian, Ciro is part of one of the original three families–I wouldn’t consider that low–ranking”

He looks at me and takes a step forward, closing the distance between our bodies.

He leans down and brings his lips close to my ear.

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