Cassian was training with Azriel, but his attention was elsewhere. His eyes were drawn to you, on the other side of the room. Cass didn't know when he started to feel so attracted to you, but that wasn't right. You were Rhysand's little sister, the little girl he used to pester and protect when you were kids. But now, seeing your clothes sticking to your sweaty skin and that concentrated look on your pretty face, he couldn't control his thoughts. Cauldron boil me, I'm screwed.