The office felt different.
The door had clicked shut behind Cyan, but his energy lingered like the static charge after a lightning strike, a lingering heat that refused to dissipate. Frankly, It made me a little uneasy.
I sat there, rooted to the sofa, feeling the weight of the last forty-eight hours finally settle into my bones. My jaw still felt tight from the encounter with Nick, but my focus was entirely on the man standing by the desk.
I looked at Cassian. I didn't realize how much I'd been starving for the sight of him until he was right there, a few feet away, real and solid and devastatingly silent.
"Where have you been?" was the question that I'd asked.
It sounded smaller than I intended. It wasn't an accusation; it was a leak. A tiny puncture in the hull of my composure that let out the truth of my weekend. I watched his face, searching for the answer before he could filter it through the CEO persona.
