Dorian‘s pov.

I stood by the window of my study, the cold night air swirling through the cracked pane. The moon bathed the dark wood in silver. Cassian lingered by the door, eyes sharp as ever.

Footsteps echoed.

Cassian whispered, "He's here."

The door swung open without the courtesy of a knock. Regulus strolled in like he owned the fucking place. Arrogant bastard. Perfect hair, flawless posture, and that permanent smug smirk.

He sat without ...