Cassian
The drive back to the villa was quiet, save for the dull hum of the tires against the dark highway and the heavy, stubborn silence radiating from the passenger seat.
My head was pounding.
A slow, heavy throb behind my eyes that had been building over the last six hours.
The night had started with a simple plan—a quiet evening, a proper date, a chance to keep Noah close and safe.
Instead, it had devolved into a complete circus. The music, the crushing crowds, Cyan acting out, Nick storming off, and Noah drinking far too much sweet alcohol until he was swaying on his feet.
And then there was Cyan and Nick.
My jaw tightened as I gripped the leather steering wheel. I still couldn't wrap my mind around it.
Cyan was playing a dangerous game with a man like Nick, and the whole thing felt like a bomb waiting to go off.
Every piece of my life felt like it was moving at once, hit from every side by problems I had to fix.
