"Oh, we just happened to bump into each other and struck up a conversation," Wesson replied with a slight smile, a far cry from the playful demeanor he had just moments earlier.

Cassian scoffed, gripping my wrist with surprising strength as he began to pull me away.

We went back home, and once inside, he shoved me into a chair, his anger bubbling over. "What's your connection with Wesson? When did you two start cozying up?"