Chapter 43

  CASSIAN'S POV

  My grip tightens on her office door as I scan the purple space.

  No coffee mug at the table. No scent of vanilla in the air.

  She's late.

  Good. I would have hated for her to question my tardiness…or worry about me.

  So I shut her door and head into my office.

  Maybe I can get...

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