Nick
Everything about him bothered me, but mostly the way he moved through the world. I had watched him back at the site. He was like this with everyone.
Flirting with the staff, flirting with the workers, flirting with Cassian, flirting with the very air around him as if life was nothing more than an audience waiting to be entertained.
I wanted to cut through it. I wanted to see where the performance stopped.
"So," I began, testing the ground cautiously. "You and Cassian. Friends?"
"Best friends," Cyan corrected immediately, not a second of hesitation in his voice.
I didn't like the quickness of it, or the warmth that crept into his tone, but I pushed the irritation down and kept going. "Since when?"
Cyan hummed, looking up at the rearview mirror as he calculated. "Three years. Almost four."
"That's not very long," I said, keeping my tone carefully offhand, as if we were discussing the weather.
"Isn't it?" he asked, sounding genuinely amused rather than defensive.
