CASSIAN
Sometimes, having a great life starts with having a loyal friend.
Someone who saw your darkness, your madness, watched you go brute, and still fucking stayed loyal… that's a five-star rating.
And in my world, loyalty was a legal tender.
You fucking earned it.
Like I earned Nico's.
From growing up as kids, to reckless teens, and almost three decades later, he was still here…
And still loyal as fuck.
The mirror threw my reflection back in my face like I was too hot for it to handle.
I sucked in a little flesh on my lower lip.
"How do I look, Nikky?" I asked, staring at my best friend and second-in-command through the mirror in my dressing room.
Nico stood, eyes sharp, one hand lost in his pocket, the other holding a glass of half-filled whiskey.
His lips curved into a smirk. "Been a long time since I heard 'Nikky', Cass."
He studied my reflection in the mirror. "And you look like the motherfucking king you are."
