NOAH
I stood there, the weight of the last twelve hours pressing down on me, but I refused to buckle. I had watched him through the crack of a door; I had heard him dismiss my very existence. Now, standing in this sterile, locked room, I was determined to be the stone he couldn't break.
Cassian pushed off the desk, his movements fluid and predatory. He stepped closer, the heat radiating from him like a physical force. "There it is," he murmured, his eyes locked onto mine.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, my voice tight. I held my ground, though every instinct told me to put a table between us.
"Yes, you do." His voice dropped an octave, becoming that low, intimate vibration that usually made my heart skip—but today, it only made my blood boil. "You're pissed at me. And you're using Alex to get under my skin. It's a transparent play, Noah."
"I'm not—"
