Drasa’s POV
I could not believe it. Cassian had just referred to me as a slut. What did he mean by “maybe I was a slut”? The word felt like a dagger straight to my heart, my chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.
The look on his face now seemed amused, like he had just completed some sick mission. My gaze shifted to Kai, who looked stunned too. The pizza box in his hands dropped to the floor, and his hand flew to his mouth in disbelief.
“So, Drasa,” his voice dragged, slow and unsure, like he didn’t recognize me anymore. “You are a slut.”
The word stabbed deeper than I thought possible. My body shook. I tried to move, only to realize I was already pressed up against the wall.
I looked at Cassian, praying I would see even a flicker of regret — but all I saw was amusement.
