Cassian’s POV
I wiped the sweat from my brow, chest heaving from the last set of drills. The field was empty now, the boys gathering their gear, slinging bags over shoulders, some joking, some silent, exhausted. Drew clapped me on the shoulder, grinning, but I barely noticed. My thoughts weren’t on the drills. They weren’t on the boys. They were on her.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Aria’s number. Once. Twice. Three times. Straight to voicemail. My jaw clenched so hard I could feel the tension in my teeth.
“Damn it,” I muttered, pacing a step.
“Everything okay, Cass?” Drew asked, voice casual, but I could see the concern sharp in his eyes. He always noticed when I was off. Always.
“She’s not answering,” I said through gritted teeth. “Line’s dead. No signal. She didn’t
