Lucas’s idea of making me buy him coffee as some sort of prelude to a grand revelation was, frankly, infuriating. But here I was, standing in line at the coffee shop near the office, tapping my foot impatiently as I mentally replayed everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.
The meeting with Cassian still lingered in my mind, his vague words weaving through my thoughts like smoke I couldn’t quite clear. Then there was Lucas... his cryptic looks, his avoidance of my questions, and now, this ridiculous errand. The pendant rested heavily against my chest, still warm, still pulsing at odd moments like it had a mind of its own.
“Long night?” the barista asked, raising an eyebrow as she handed me Lucas’s drink.
“You have no idea,” I muttered, grabbing the cup and heading bac
