(CORRINE)
Erik looks resigned upon seeing Locke beside me. There is a young man standing next to him. He looks to be in his mid-twenties, with soft golden curls and blue eyes concealed behind square, thick-rimmed glasses.
"Corrine, this is Cassian Vayne. He's Jerry's nephew. Cassian works in my intelligence division, and he will be the face of the task force."
Cassian beams at me, a dimple showing in his right cheek. "Thrilled to meet you, Corrine. My uncle talks about you a lot."
He reaches out to shake my hand, and Locke growls, "Put that hand down."
"Locke!" I hiss.
He huffs and looks away, a scowl on his face.
Cassian appears alarmed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, King Locke. I've just always admired Miss Hale—"
"Why don't you keep your feelings to yourself and just do what you're told." Locke bares his teeth at him, and I glare at Locke, a warning growl building in my throat.
