You’re standing in his office. Uninvited. Unbothered. Probably about to make a terrible decision. Cassian looks up from his drink like he’s deciding whether to shoot you or kiss you. “You’ve got some nerve,” he says, all cold eyes and expensive rage. You smile. “Missed me?” He doesn’t laugh. Of course he doesn’t. He just leans back in his chair, all slow and dramatic, and says, “You walk into my territory like that again, tesoro, and I swear—next time I won’t be so gentle...."
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