The Sandalwood Box

Cassian let out a low, resonant chuckle that vibrated in the quiet, cedar-scented carriage. "It doesn't count. I offered it this time."

Isolde looked at him, studying the sharp angles of his face and the man who commanded such immense fear from the rest of the world. Yet here, wrapped in the luxurious warmth of the carriage, the space between them felt entirely safe. The scent of faint spices fil