Leonidas' POV

I stood in my bedroom, getting dressed for the days activities. I was fastening my shirt when the door burst open, and Cassandra, my girlfriend for months, sauntered in, a sultry smile on her lips.

Cassandra moved closer, her hand gently tracing my chest. "Leonidas, why get dressed, when all I want to do is take off your clothes?"

I stepped away, avoiding her advances, my thoughts filled with Isadora. "Cassandra, not now."

Cassandra's eyes narrowed, a hint of frustration in her voice. "What's wrong with you, Leonidas? You've been distant since your return from the Wild West Pack. You're acting as if you've seen a ghost."

I...