Chapter 9 Chapter 9

CASSIAN'S POV

Thursday morning arrived with a text message.

Fucker: Saved you a seat.

I stared at my phone, still half-asleep, trying to decipher whether this was a threat or a promise. Knowing Dominic, it was both.

Me: I don't need you to save me a seat.

Fucker: Too late. Already did.

Fucker:...