CASSIAN
No one ignored me.
Not since I was thirteen and shot a man in the head.
But Ayla had ignored me.
She fucking really did; and that ticked me off all the wrong way.
If it had been anyone else, they'd be six feet below before dawn.
But she wasn't anyone else.
Everyone made themselves believe whatever the hell they wanted.
So, I'd made myself believe I'd gotten over her the past one year.
But that had been the lie.
A year apart; and I'd picked that cherry blossom scent the moment we stepped inside the ballroom.
With a million people in a room.
With a gun pointed to my cock—which would never happen.
Even with another woman beside me, having my name beside hers.
My soul still found her.
Red-hair replaced by black.
Stormy-hazel eyes pinned on Kane Vashawn.
I felt every cell in my blood move in the right places and for the wrong reason.
Damnit!
One bloody year apart; and nothing's changed. At least for me.
