"Why would I be?" I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest and rolling my eyes. "Do whatever you want."
Cassandra's smirk widened, dark and playful.
"Are you sure? Because I just told you I spent forty-eight hours in another man's company, releasing my stress..."
She gave me one last lingering, mischievous glance before turning on her heel and slipping into the adjoining washroom to strip off her heavy outer armor.
I huffed, leaning back against the leather couch.
But despite my indifference, a sudden, tight knot pulled violently at the center of my chest.
My breath hitched slightly as a cold spike of residual, bitter possessiveness flared through my ribs.
Tch. Damn original Jin, I cursed internally, pressing a palm against my sternum.
You pathetic, jealous bastard... stop reacting to her mind games.
A few minutes later, the door to the washroom creaked open.
