CASSIAN'S POV
I should have forgotten her the moment she stepped out of my office.
Instead I'm staring into thin air and clenching my fists under the table.
“...sir?” A warm voice nudges me from my fever dream.
My vision clears, and I become aware of the raised eyebrows in the room. Men and women, leaning close to note every command and every whisper.
I should be brainstorming, not losing brain cells mind-f*****g my stepsister.
But I can't think. So I straighten up and plant my palms on the cold glass table, shoulders wide.
“I'm listening.”
“We were drafting the blueprint for the Cross over project…”
“Yes. That.” I snap my fingers. The same fingers I slipped inside Nina minutes ago. I should have washed them, but that would mean washing her away.
How absurd.
“I need that app up
