POV: Lena
He was already sitting at the table when I arrived. I had agreed to meet him because he said it was about Isabelle and that was the only reason I came. I walked into the café, saw Cassian Thorne in the corner booth with his jacket folded over the chair beside him, and my first instinct was to turn around and leave but I didn't.
I should have, but rather I sat down across from him.
"Thank you for coming," he said.
"I haven't decided to stay yet." I kept my bag on my shoulder. "Just, talk fast." I said adjusting my dress. He smiled, pretentiously warm. The kind of smile that was just a face arrangement. "I'll get straight to the point, Lena. Thanks for coming but I'm worried about Isabelle."
"You don't know Isabelle."
Oh well, I know the people around her and which amounts to
