CASSIAN
I straightened my suit as I stood, one hand on the desk, finger curling around ash.
I smiled down at him. "Checkmate."
His jaw worked, eyes hard with the same old fight in them—the weak version of him warring with the drugs in his blood.
Cold eyes threw daggers before they finally clamped shut.
"Call the doctors," I muttered as Nico moved first to wheel Dante out of the study.
Fifteen minutes later, the doctors were already inside the villa.
With a fucking ambulance outside.
"We need to take him to the hos—"
"Hospital?" I finished for one of the doctors, one brow lifted.
Young. Ambitious. Thick Irish accent. Curly hair neatly slicked down. Thick glasses that made those dark eyes look annoying.
Young and stupid, I guess.
Probably a new recruit who didn't understand the workings around here.
No hospitals. No news. No cameras.
Everything behind the gates of this villa stayed inside unless it was what we wanted the media to know.
