“Milena is down there.” I point with my finger. “She’s not well, something’s wrong.”
“I know.”
He crosses his arms as if what I’m telling him bores him immensely, and I seem like a hopeless i***t. Antony steps forward and tries to take me by the arm to drag me back to my room, where no doubt, they think I’ll stop asking stupid questions.
“Get off!” I slap his hand away and see the subtle flash of anger in his eyes, but it quickly fades and he resumes his usual elegant and composed demeanor. “What’s wrong with her? What did you do to her?”
Cassian doesn’t seem at all worried about my accusations. He shrugs, and I don’t know what infuriates me more—his perfectly arrogant face looking at me with boredom, the way he treats me like a fool, or both things mixed into a cocktail I’m forced to
