Lillia
I quickly pretend to be asleep.
Lincoln groans, and opens his bleary eyes.
“Who the hell is calling me right now?” He mutters.
He reaches up and unplugs it with one hand,
“Cassian? What’s up?” He groans.
I can only hear Lincoln’s side of the conversation.
“Huh?”
“She’s fine, why are you f*****g calling me about that right now?”
“You have to chill, bro, that mate bond is making you a little bitch.”
He hangs up, throws his phone across the floor, and falls back asleep.
Cassian didn’t rat me out.
I have no idea what to expect now. Will he believe Lincoln? Or will he come for me?
I drift in and out of sleep, too tired, but too nervous.
I have no idea how much time has passed when I see Cassian’s figure sneak into the room.
I sit up, and he puts his finger against his mout
