CASSIAN'S POV
There is a special kind of silence that exists when you’re about to confront the man who taught you how to lose.
It settles in my chest and spreads throughout my body, leaving me numb.
Maybe it's jet lag, or maybe it's my body shelving away every emotion. Anything that can be used by my father to make me look unprofessional and not worth his time.
I also know that he hates surprises, so I called ahead. He didn't seem very pleased to hear my voice, but when has he ever?
He sent a chopper to pick me up. He could have sent a car, but being frugal has never been in the Cross DNA.
Now I'm three hundred feet above the ground and nauseous with regret.
A black file sits in my lap. The contract.
I thumb through it slowly, hands shaking.
Sloane was right.
The fifth clause
