Kapitel 67: Elder Walan's Jaw Hits The Ground

Come!" Siroos softly asked Cassandra. His tone had entirely reversed its course as his hand spread out. 

Straightening her dress she got up from her seat but still didn't spare him a glance. She quietly took his hand and let him lead her. 

The scorching heat erupted from his hand which seemed to engulf Cassandra in a firestorm. Every time this stubborn male came in contact with her skin, she burnt. 

Her heart wanted one thing, but her brain warned about something else while that damn bond was the worst. It tugged her to him not understanding he wasn't going to be hers. 

His Elders wouldn't let him. 

His mother wouldn't let him.

The gods wouldn't let him.

Was it worth the battle?

Haylia had gotten up as well and moved ahead of them. She needed to sort everything before Siroos, and Cassandra arrived at the stone hut. 

"Your anger persists," he asked matter of factly.