NOAH
The bed at Cassian's villa was a dangerous object. It wasn't just soft; it was a place where gravity acted strange.
The sheets felt like they had been woven from clouds and expensive secrets, and the scent of cedar and cool rain, the scent that was purely Cassian, was everywhere.
I didn't mean to fall asleep.
I just closed my eyes for a "strategic transition," and then the world disappeared.
When I woke up, the light in the room had shifted from the harsh gold of morning to a mellow, stretched-out afternoon glow. My body felt rearranged in that specific, heavy way that only happens after a nap that hit exactly where it needed to.
I checked my phone: 1:14 PM.
I'd been out for over two hours.
I sat up, pushing the hair out of my eyes, and realized the sheer absurdity of my situation. I was Cassian Wolfe's executive assistant.
I was currently in Cassian Wolfe's bed. In Cassian Wolfe's sweatpants. While he was downstairs being a Titan of Industry.
