Lillia
I wake to a shirtless Cassian sitting up in the bed next to me, texting aggressively on his phone.
I pull on his forearm, trying to get him to let me see. He’s unmoving, and ignores me, but I can feel his arm flexing against my pull.
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” he says, keeping his eyes glued to the screen.
I wait patiently. It definitely takes him longer than a minute, but he finally puts his phone down, and sighs.
I watch him, waiting for him to explain like he said he would.
“I have to send you to Lincoln’s house again.”
That’s not an explanation.
I push on his shoulder, trying to get him to tell me more.
He looks annoyed but he knows what I want.
“My dad is insisting on coming again. He knows I marked you, but I’d like to just keep you… away from him.”
Oh. I couldn't
