"You do not decide whom I talk to or whom I meet," his deep voice tried to pierce through her psychoanalysis like a serrated blade. Cassian definitely did not take it lightly when she told him to stay away from Cixi. "Is there anything else I need to know?"
"She is trouble," Sashkia flicked her gaze toward the spot on the table where his phone was resting.
"She is my trouble," Cassian declared, his broad shoulders stiffening under his tailored jacket. "Keep your unnecessary opinions to yourself."
"Your trouble?" Sashkia tilted her head, studying the man across from her with renewed fascination. "We will see how long the word 'love' remains a curse to you." She crossed her arms, openly challenging the Devil Crown in his own domain. "Because from where I sit, a shift has already begun inside you. For example… you gave her a nickname."
