CASSIAN'S POV
Desire makes men sloppy. I’ve never been one of them.
This is not my obsession screaming its way to the surface.
‘This is justice’ I tell myself as I sit in the backseat of my car. And justice happens to be across the city, lodged in a cozy hotel.
I glance at the paper in my hand, memorizing the room number.
Alcohol is a reliable catalyst for disaster…and secrets that float like bodies. That, and the promise of bed-breaking s*x.
So it's no surprise that Harper gave me everything I needed to know.
My jaw grits at the memory of her tongue on my neck. How she clung to me as I took her to her room.
Poor girl. She thought I was actually going to f**k her.
Imagine the shock and betrayal on her face when I handed her over to my client. Right where she belongs.
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