Blessed With My Presence

Cassian

I am hot. And not just physically, because of course I am, but hot as in angry. Also, not hot as in the sight of my mate torching my car out of anger. Damn, she's a brat and I love it. Ember stands staring at my SUV proud, her big, curly hair flowing in the breeze, as other shifters start to move vehicles, I can hear someone yelling about putting it out, but I don't care about the car.

No,