(Aiden's POV)
I was so pissed I didn't even know how to react. My hands were shaking not from anger anymore, but from something worse. Something I'd buried so deep I'd almost convinced myself it wasn't there.
Cassian finally spoke, voice small, eyes still locked on the floor. "If you don't like Leonel… then are you mad because I didn't tell you about… this?" He touched the mark on his neck again, fingers brushing the purple bruise like it was proof of something he still didn't fully understand.
At least he was getting close. But no that wasn't it either.
I let out a long, ragged sigh and looked straight into his eyes. Then, without thinking, I shifted knees hitting the dusty floor, body leaning in until I was just inches from his face. He smelled like sleep and cheap shampoo and Leonel.
"Guess I gotta show you," I muttered, voice rough. "'Cause that's how dumb you are."
He blinked up at me, confused. "Aiden…?"
