NINA'S POV
By 4:30pm, we touchdown.
By 4:35pm, I realise how replaceable I am.
He climbs down the airstair but doesn't reach for my hand like before. A black Audi sits just off the tarmac with headlights on.
I stumble on the concrete when the passenger seat yawns open and she climbs out.
Sloane Whitmore.
Her red hair billows in the wind as she leans against the hood and hugs her fur coat around herself.
She's so beautiful. So piercingly exotic.
I wonder what names Cassian calls her. He never talks about her, but it still punctures my heart when he wraps his arm around her shoulders.
It feels so…intimate. Like he actually feels something for this woman.
I watch her fingers tangle in his hair. He holds her waist delicately and leans down to kiss her.
My vision blurs and I slow
