Cassian
Whiskey burned down my throat, matching the fire burning in my veins. The club pulsed with activities around me—music vibrating through the floor, lights flashing, bodies moving in rhythm. I observed it feeling disconnected from it all.
My mind was elsewhere. It was still in that bedroom with her.
I'd f****d up big time. Last night never should have happened. I should have had more control over myself. Not because I didn't want it—Christ, I'd wanted it more than my next breath—but because Aria deserved better than what I could offer her. Besides she is still young.
She'd already been caught in the crossfire once because of who I was and the world I lived in. I couldn't let that happen again. It would be selfish and unfair.
"You look like s**t boss," Lucas commented, dropping
