Had Cassian really known since that night?
He held me at the waist, twirling us into another circle in this slow-burning waltz.
"How did you figure it out?" I asked, eyes still on him. I refused to believe my performance had been that sloppy.
"At first, I just sensed something off. So I watched you quietly." Cassian replied, as if recounting an old folktale. His tone was calm, measured.
"Davina was cruel. Ruthless. But she was also… fragile."
Oh, so my crime was being too strong?
Well, too bad. If I were as delicate as the original Davina, this world would've chewed me up and spat me out on day one.
"You're just as ruthless, if not more so." He added after a beat.
Was that an insult or a compliment?
"But you're also… alarmingly strong. I don't mean physically. Every move you make has a purpose, subtle or not."
Okay. Maybe that was a compliment.
"Sorry for hijacking your enemy's body. So, what're you going to do with me now?"
