Cassian gritted his teeth, his entire body straining as he tried—again—to yank his fist back. But no matter how much force he used, it was utterly useless.
Dorian's grip was firm, unyielding, as if Cassian's strength was nothing more than a mere inconvenience. And because of this, humiliation burned through him.
He had fought countless battles, survived impossible odds, and yet—he could not even free himself from this one man's hold. Is he kidding him?
His frustration grew with each passing second, his chest rising and falling in quick, angry breaths. "Let go," he demanded with a low voice, barely holding back his temper.
But Dorian did not seem the least bit affected. If anything, his smirk widened as he tilted his head, looking down at Cassian as if he found his struggle amusing. "Hmm? Let go? But didn't you just grab onto me like your life depended on it?"
Cassian stiffened.
