Cassian pov
My phone buzzed. The reminder glowed across the screen: Appointment – Dr. Lyra Calloway—9:00 AM.
I let it dim and slip back into my pocket.
Tomorrow.
The morning came sharper than I expected.
I had risen earlier than usual, unable to stay in bed. The sun had barely broken over the skyline, its pale light stretching across the estate windows, yet I was already dressed. The silence in the house was suffocating.
I walked the length of the office more times than I could count, the echo of my footsteps filling the room. The papers on the desk blurred as I tried to distract myself with work. Even the faint tick of the clock pressed too loudly in my ears.
Every few minutes, my gaze drifted to the door.
Any moment now, she would arrive.
I told myself I wasn’t waiting for her,
