The next morning—Cass's second day of scheming—he sat on the edge of his bed, hands locked, mind spinning like a storm.
If Kai hadn't slipped up in front of him, maybe he would slip when Cass wasn't there.
But that was the problem.
How could he be there… without being there?
Cass chewed on his lip until it almost bled, thinking. Replaying every option. Every angle. Every possible loophole.
Then an idea sparked. A stupid idea. A dangerous idea.
An idea so desperate it almost made him laugh.
The ceiling.
If he couldn't sit by Kai's bed without drawing suspicion, then he would hide above him. Watch him. Listen to him. Record him. Without ever being seen.
Once the thought lodged itself in his brain, there was no shaking it off. He could already feel the mania in his veins, urging him forward.
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