NINA'S POV
Blood pumps hot in my head.
My chest heaves with every breath.
Cassian just…stands there, hand tucked at his side. His stare doesn't waver, but I know guilt when I see it.
I knew something was up when I felt his warmth leave me, then the click of the door.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, voice cold.
My jaw hangs open, but I steel myself.
“I should be asking you, Cross. What's in your hand?”
“It's nothing you need to know.” He brushes past me.
Frustration builds in my throat, and I stumble after in my nightie and oversized slippers.
“I am your personal assistant! I NEED to know everything!”
He halts by the car and signals the driver to open the door.
I catch a glimpse of a pink unicorn sticker and my brain halts every command.
“Is that…” Jason's laptop?
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