Cassian strode into his study, Magnus close behind. The door clicked shut, and Cassian wasted no time.
“What’s this about, Magnus?” Cassian asked, his tone sharp.
“Why are you snappy?” He said turning over to the bar and taking a bottle of cognac.
“I am a snappy?”
“Yes. Feeling hurt that I just c**k blocked you?”
“c**k blocked? What's that?” Cassian leaned against the desk as Magnus took a deep sip of his drink.
“You aren't that old man. Seriously?”
“Be serious Magnus. I don't have the time in the world. Why are you here?”
Magnus leaned casually against the desk, his expression unreadable. “People are talking, Cassian. More than usual. The rumors about Lavina’s death are growing louder.”
Cassian’s jaw tightened. “And what exactly are they saying?”
“That you had something to do
