CASSIAN'S POV
This is what responsibility looks like, I remind myself, even though it tastes exactly like regret.
My feet weigh heavier with each step, and I can't help but accept that no matter what I do, it won't matter.
There is no version of this where I come out clean. Any of us.
It's time to face reality. But I don't want to. And it's killing me.
Her scent still lingers on my clothes, each breath tightening my chest like she's holding it in a vice grip.
But I am a Cross.
Business always comes first to us. It's the one rule I have always lived by.
Why is it so hard to keep my hands off her?
I step out of the building into the gold filtered sidewalk.
The smell of pastry fills my lungs, making my stomach churn.
I glance at my watch.
Sloane will be waiting. She's always waiti
