Of all the scenarios Elara had played out in her head, she had never imagined seeing Cassian—the unshakable mountain, the man who moved through the world with iron-clad precision—asleep.The indignant lecture she’d prepared dissolved instantly. She turned back to Vincent with a look of pure, wide-eyed helplessness. Don’t leave me here, her eyes pleaded.Vincent, however, was a man on a mission. He caught her gaze, offered a swift, apologetic wince that didn't reach his eyes, and promptly shut the door.Elara’s mouth fell open. The click of the door lock sounded like a gavel in a courtroom.Outside, Vincent stood with his back to the car, a victorious, self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He dusted an invisible speck of lint from his shoulder, feeling like a master strategist.“The Boss will definitely reward me for this,” he hummed to himself, shoving his hands into his pockets as he sauntered away. “An increment? No, too small. A paid vacation? Somewhere w
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