"Get up, punk," Cas growled, leaning against the frame. "We've got a long day."
Celia didn't move. True to his stubborn nature, he stayed buried under the covers, stubbornly pretending to sleep even though his mind was
Cas rolled his eyes. He still couldn't understand why Alessandro was keeping this kid around to work off a debt. One billion euros was pocket change to a man like Alessandro. Besides, Celia wasn't even the boss's usual type. And the spying assignment made even less sense, Alessandro already had someone embedded in that rival circuit.
Yet this little punk isn't afraid of him, Cas thought, frowning as he watched the bed. Maybe that's what caught his eye. God help us if this turns into some twisted love story.
With a heavy sigh, Cas turned, walked into the adjoining bathroom, and cupped his large hands under the running faucet. He walked back to the bed and splashed the cold water straight onto Celia's face.
