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And I see him.
Cassian is staring at me.
Not shocked.
Not confused.
Furious.
Not the cold kind.
The other kind.
The kind that looks almost like —
• • •
He stands so abruptly his seat snaps back.
And then he’s gone.
Everything inside me drops.
I pull away from Taylor.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe, already standing.
And then I’m running after him.
Because he’s always the one I choose.
He always will be.
• • •
He’s not in the hallway.
I check the bathroom.
He’s there.
Both hands braced on the sink.
Head down.
Breathing like he ran here.
Like he had to get somewhere before something caught up with him.
• • •
“Cassian.”
He turns.
And I see it.
Not anger.
