Mated To My Ex's Dead Brother

sie

wedding will proceed, but you will

hind, sharp and cold like a

gid glass reflected my pale face. Outside, the setting sun cast a blood-gold glow over the statue

isheard him. I tu

t formal wear of a Half-Blood noble. The red-gold dragonfire pa

r to this house, and I was no

there puffing out your chest like the master of this house, but we both know the truth.You're not the heir-you're just the spare they tucked away under a d

lenched into fists, and for a moment I thought

d by Duke Richmond himself. You are humiliating m

traight to the gold stud in his left ear, twisting it-a nervou

. "The woman I love is Journey. I have

the only thing keeping me anchored to the floor. I stared at the man I once thought I wou

A fragile figure slipped inside. Journey Montgomery. She wore a pristine white

t. She hurried to Kile's side, her voice trembling. "Kile, are you pressuri

about to attack. He glared at me. "Look at yourself, Cassie! Journey

Journey. This woman always managed to deliver the mos

assie, please do not blame Kile. It is all my fault. If you truly cannot accept t

ened his grip on Journey, holding her like a

forcing the boiling hatred d

d debt of House Stein-my massacred family, burned ten yea

y years ago, was a separate crime, but both debts were carved i

one, replaced by a numb, hollow calm. I put on the ge

ietly. "What do y

der so quickly. A flicker of contempt crossed his ey

o Kile, looking at me with the tri

ir stinging eyes, playing the p

Do not worry. As a junior wife, you will still have the honor you dese

and walked toward the heavy doors. Ever

"Also, Ayden's old quarters, the Azurewood Wing, have been

nd, Kile's older brother who died in the northern wars. Kile wanted to

touched my lips, hid

tting it click shut behind me, trapp

the stone walls seemed to stare down at me. I leaned against the cold stone, l

spine. I was not a lamb

oom. My loyal maid, Helena Donovan,

Helena said, her eye

to stop. I walked straight to

e burning bright. It was not despair. It was the

"Cassie Stein, your f

ad a much bigger surpr

shed my long hair. Through the mirror, I wa

"prepare the chest of dow

t my reflection, her voice tight. "Miss, are y

entirely devoid of warmth. "No. We are just changing tactics.