NOAH
The sound of Cassian's car tires crunching against the gravel as he drove away with Cyan felt like a physical weight being lifted off my chest, only to be replaced by a vacuum of pure, unadulterated spite.
I stood in the dust of the construction site, my hands trembling slightly as I clutched my tablet. I felt small. I felt like a footnote in the grand, dramatic biography of Cassian Wolfe. He'd spent weeks treating me like a conquest, then a nuisance, and now, worst of all, he was treating me like I was invisible.
In that moment, a switch flipped. I was done being the "good boy." I was done being the confused intern who waited in hotel suites for a master who didn't want him.
If Cassian wanted to ignore me, fine. I was going to make myself impossible to ignore. I was going to burn so brightly he'd have no choice but to look, even if it was just to watch me turn to ash.
"Remember when I said I don't drink much?" I asked, turning to Alex.
