Chapter 112: killing intent
The city lord sat alone in his dimly lit study. Only the sound of a heavy door closing remained after Cassian stepped out. The man lay still for some time, but then his fingers moved to the edges of his mask, resting there for a moment as if deeply invested in his thoughts.
With slow, deliberate movements, he removed the mask from his face.
The polished surface of the mask revealed a sharp jawline, elegant features carved with an air of nobility that seemed almost too refined for a mere city lord. High cheekbones, piercing eyes that held a glint, and lips that curled into something between a smirk and amusement.
There was a cold, haunting beauty to him—one that would have been unmistakable to a certain someone.
If Cassian had been here, he would have recognized the face before him.
Not entirely, but enough.
It was eerily similar to Prince Dorian’s—perhaps seventy percent the same. The structure, the shape, the regal presence that surrounded him. And yet, there were stark differences. The softness Cassian once knew was long gone.
The warmth that once flickered behind Dorian’s eyes had been swallowed whole by something else—something far more unsettling.
The look in his eyes was haunting, like his eyes had finally fallen on the prey he had been waiting for.