Cassian's POV
I told myself I wasn't there for her.
I told myself I was there because I needed a weakness. Something to hold over Damian. Some angle I hadn't found yet. Some way back into a game that had thrown me out with nothing but my own name and the shirt on my back.
I told myself this three times on the drive over, but I didn't believe it even once.
Exile had a smell with expensive sheets that didn't feel like mine… a coffee I made and didn't drink. I had spent my whole life performing for an audience and woke up one morning to an empty room.
I was staying in a flat on the city's eastern part that was registered under a shell company, nothing connecting back to the Hawke name I no longer carried. Three rooms. It was everything I owned but felt nothing like home.
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