Elara Wynn

The waiter standing before us trembled. He glanced briefly at the restaurant manager, silently pleading for help. But the manager looked just as uneasy, his face pale the moment he recognized who was sitting at the table.

“My girl here has a bit of a temper,” said Cassian.

He looked playful, even careless, but everyone knew Cassian was a cold, ruthless man. Despite his youth, he was like a killing machine in the hands of the Ashclaw clan.

Waving a hand casually and smiling, he ...