Eden Grace

Eden's hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, short nails biting hard into her palms until the sharp pain grounded her.

Suppressing the sudden spike of hot, black rage in her throat, Eden forced her knuckles to loosen.

“Of course," Eden sneered quietly, her tone sharp enough to draw blood. "I just didn't realize your idea of a 'pleasant memory' meant acting like a shameless, desperate pervert.”

Cassian's eyes gleamed, a dark, arrogant smirk spread across his face. “Careful, little pet. A pervert wouldn't have cooked you dinner first.”

“Now come here when I'm asking you nicely…” Cassian added, his tone dropping into something far darker, far...