NINA'S POV Cassian's words don’t just land—they detonate, ripping through my chest so violently that for a second, I forget how to breathe, and then the rage comes, hot and blinding, clawing its way up my throat like I might choke on everything I didn’t say.“Oh my god…do you fucking hear yourself? DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF??” My lips are moving, but the voice is not mine. Cassian's face goes white as sheets, and he takes a step back, but I take a step forward, face tilted to his.“Nina —”“You want to love me for a WEEK? Go on, Cassian, say it again. Say it again, you…bastard!” I whirl around and storm out into the hallway. I hear his feet padding behind me, and I want to break into a run, to hide in my room and rip my sheets to shreds.Instead, I stop short, turning to watch him slow.“Can you stop? Can you just…stop following me?” “It's not that simple, damnit!” His voice shakes, and he pauses for a breath. “I'm trying! Can't you see how tied my hands are?!”“As a matter of fact, no.
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