Chapter 95:

The walk to Cassidy's childhood house stretches longer than I remember, the cobblestone path feeling endless beneath my feet. Or maybe it's just the weight of Aries simmering in my head, his irritation a palpable, crackling energy. The crisp air, usually refreshing, feels thick with his unspoken anger.

"That woman," he grumbles, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrates through my skull, referring to Queen Rhoda. "Thinks she can dictate everything, control everyone. She gave up on her own son and now wants to control me? She's delusional."

I sigh, rubbing my temples, the skin already tender from the constant tension. The large, stone house, a comforting beacon in the sprawling estate, looms closer. "Just let me handle this, Aries."

"You always say that, but I'm still waiting for the day you actually put someone in their place for good," he retorts, his voice laced with a dark amusement that sends a shiver down my spine. "Preferably, with fire."