Cassel — POV
My tolerance for Henry ends at accepting that he might harbor certain feelings for Rosalia.
But even tolerance has its limits.
Sparing his life despite those thoughts was my final act of mercy.
Thinking about something is one thing.
Acting on it is something entirely different.
If Henry ever decided to confess or, worse, attempt to steal my woman… then I would never forgive him, even if he died for my sake once—no, even if he died for me a thousand times.
From the very beginning, Rosalia was never some commodity to barter for his loyalty or sacrifice.
I will never give her to him, no matter what.
In this life, I might let go of many things—but not her.
My light. My hope. My everything.
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We locked eyes for two more seconds—two silent, wordless seconds—before he wisely turned away to help the guards unload supplies.
