Chapter 17: Recollections

Cassandra woke up to someone's light snores. Her head felt heavy and her body ached. She slowly sat up in bed and found someone holding her hand. 

Glancing in the direction she found Siroos's face right closer to her hand. He was sleeping on a chair, his enormous hand resting on hers in a delicate grip. The worries etched on his sandy-shaded forehead in the form of ridges of a desert.  

The fire still cackled in the fireplace, giving an orangish glow to Siroos's hair. She couldn't help but observe his sharp features, everything about him seemed to have been dipped in steel and forged in iron. 

And she wondered if his heart possessed mercy or if he would be as abusive as most Alphas were known to be. He had a temper and he showed no traces of remorse or mercy towards the people he had killed. 

The man terrified Cassandra, and his obsessiveness to own her further cemented this belief that he would rather kill her than let her go free.