"Um… about the girl," I began, my voice quieter than I intended. "Is she… is she still in your life?" Silence. Cassian didn't answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze locking onto mine with unsettling focus. It felt as if he was studying me rather than considering the question. Then his lips curved. It wasn't a smile. It was something sharper. "Such double standards, Isabelle." My breath hitched.He tilted his head slightly, eyes darkening. "You didn't answer my question about Nathan," he continued, his voice smooth, almost lazy. "And yet you expect me to answer yours?" Heat crept up my neck. This petty man. Why bring that up now? "That's not—" "What?" he cut in softly. He leaned forward now, resting his forearms on the table, closing the distance without touching me. "Are you jealous?" My grip tightened around the fork. "I'm not—" "You are," he said calmly. He didn't sound like he was guessing or teasing. He said it as if it were a f
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