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Cassians PoV

      I stormed out of her apartment as soon as she said the words. I can't think straight whatsoever, and if I don't find

something to break soon, the next male I see might end up dead. A bag of bones..... drunk and miserable....

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              Everything was a whirlwind as I flew, the tree's and mountains just a blur. I was the sky and the wind itself, a

flying fury. I was seething as I landed in the middle of the forest, releasing the screams pent up inside as soon as my

feet hit the ground. I turned to my left and punched the closest tree twice, leaving it in splinters. I moved to the next

closest tree with barely a second between and blasted it with a strong beam from the siphon on my chest. I raged and

raged and raged, day fading to night, minutes to hours, noting none of it. It could have been minutes, hours, or even

years, I couldn't care less. With that being my last formidable thought, I drifted off, just destroying.

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       When I awoke, it hurt to move. I was in a clearing, that, according to the bruises on my knuckles, I had made

myself. I don't understand why, but the sight of it sent my chest aching, So much so that I walked out of the clearing

and into the woods, searching for the prettiest wildflowers. When I had gathered a considerable bouquet, I walked

back, tears streaming from my face. I placed them on a trunk of one of the fallen tree's and began searching for a log.

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        After six hours, I had successfully made a tiny little shrine, wooden vases filled with water and a single flower in

a circle, the rest of the flowers in the center. Something worthy of the fallen section of forest and worthy of the

woman I had loved but was gone. She was gone, and she wasn't coming back. I'll find you in the next life....

With that thought, I sank to my knees and wept. I wept for my dead love, for what she had become. I wept

for her pain, for her misery. For the pain I felt at the idea of another male near her, for her addiction. I wept

for the memories. I sank to my knees, staring at the flowers, the specks of red, dark purple, and navy blue. The

colors that reminded me most of her. I sat there, sobbing and staring, and once again lost complete track of time.

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            When I was finally able to stand, I flew off, trying to get a general idea as to where I was. As soon as I had an

idea as to where I was, I flew south towards Velaris.

           It was a day flight, but I was glad for the time. I needed the time to prepare myself for explaining to Nesta and

Elain seperately that the offer has been removed. Elain would likely be furious, but Nesta wouldn't. Hell, she probably

wouldn't give a damn. It was for that very reason that I decided I was going to see Nesta first.

          When I had spent at least an hour in Velaris, I headed for her apartment. I decided I wanted to walk, wanted to

delay the meeting that would surely make me want to scream all over again. The streets were teeming today,

floating about, smiling. I was stopped a few times, still being thanked for protecting for protecting them. I took their

thanks with tight lipped smiles, offering them sentiments of how it was my duty to protect my home and its people.

            When Nesta's apartment came into view, my chest grew tight. How many nights had I spent watching it,

searching for at least a lick of her scent just to turn up empty handed? I shook my head and walked faster, wanting

to get this over with. With a deep breath, I started walking up the path to her door. Deep breath.... two steps.... one

step.... deep breaths. I cracked my neck and shook my hands, lifting them to knock on her door before it swung open.

I looked at her, dressed in clothes fit for travel, and gaped. She blushed a deep shade of red before shaking her head

and standing up straight. We were silent for a few seconds before she took a deep breath and leveled me with a look

that didn't radiate wanting to kill me. "Cass, I'd like to accept your offer, if it's still on the table." And with those words,

she turned to the side, holding the door open for me to walk in.