The world did not end immediately.
Days passed. Then weeks.Then months.
Cassian remained healthy. Laughing. Whole.
I dared to believe.
We met in secret, stealing nights and touches and whispered confessions. Every kiss felt like defiance. Every moment together felt stolen from fate itself.
But deep down, I knew curses were patient things.
One evening, as he dressed beside me, I noticed something new.
A second mark.
Darker than the first
Cassian didn't see it.
But I did.
And my heart began to break all over again.