"Come now, Sashkia. Such a small tease, and already you are working yourself into a state." Cassian's mouth curved slowly. "Did I strike a nerve?"
"I will come as soon as I am able," Sashkia bit out. "But you owe me for this, Cassian. When the day comes that I have need of you, you will come, and you will help me."
"Of course," he agreed, easy as breathing. "And, by the way, it was rather fun, reminding one another how very tragic our pasts have been."
He said it without a flicker of feeling. His gaze drifted up to the mirror set into the ceiling.
Cassian ended the call and set the phone aside.
The instant it touched the wood, the screen lit again. A message. From Binge.
This time, Cassian did not reach for it.
