(Leonel POV)
I don't know how long I stood out there on the balcony. Long enough for the night to seep into my bones, long enough for the city lights to blur into streaks of gold and gray. My phone was dead in my pocket, but I didn't need to look at it again. I'd already seen Lucian's message. The one Cassian showed me while he was telling about not going to the party he said but I saw the way his thumb hovered over it before he flipped the screen away.
Either way, it gutted me.
" Can't wait to see you there.A winking emoji followed."
Like How can that Bastard message him knowing i can see it
I shouldn't go to him. Not now. It's past midnight, and Cassian's probably asleep exhausted from whatever emotional circus Lucian dragged him through tonight. But my feet move before my brain catches up. Down the hall, past the quiet hum of the house, past reason.
Why am I doing this?
