Eden Grace

Cassian hovered over her like a grim reaper, “So tell me Eden, are you really my mate?”

As soon as Eden met his gaze, her breath and courage faltered.

He was too close. Far too close.

Cassian’s face was just a few inches from hers, close enough that she could see every sharp line of his jaw, every subtle shadow beneath his eyes, every faint mark of power and dominance etched into his expression.

He was so well put together.

Perfect face. Perfect body. Perfect everything. Perfect in a way that made her heart stumble and her mind blur.

Eden’s chest heaved, the shallow rise and fall betraying...