Cassian’s POV
I hated mornings like this.
The kind that crept in too slow, with the world still wrapped in fog and silence, but my thoughts were louder than ever. I sat on the edge of my bed, the sheets twisted from another restless night, my phone in one hand, and guilt coiling like a rope around my chest.
Drasa had texted me something sweet last night, just a simple;
“Thanks for going along with my story today. It meant a lot, plus the look on Elena’s face was priceless.” but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. Not because I didn’t want to. But because every time I did, it felt like a lie.
My father wanted me to continue spying on her. Like my feelings didn’t matter.
His words still echoed in my mind like a curse: “She’s hiding something, Cassian. Get close, stay close. We need t
