Cassian's POV
I sat at the bar, letting the amber liquid swirl in my glass. The whiskey burned as it went down, but it wasn't enough to dull the rage that consumed me.
My phone vibrated against the polished wood of the bar. Viktor's name flashed on the screen.
"What is it?" I snapped, my patience hanging by a thread. "It better be worth my time, or I'll have your head."
"I have something for you in the lockup room," Viktor said.
I downed the rest of my whiskey in one gulp, welcoming the burning sensation as it hit the back of my throat. "Fine, I'm on my way."
I slammed the glass down and threw a hundred-dollar bill on the counter. The bartender wisely kept his distance as I stormed out.
The warehouse was a hive of activity when I arrived. I pushed open the door to the lockup room, a
