CASEY
My heart does this weird skip in my chest.... I blink at the screen, reading the message again.
Seven.Downstairs. No delays. No excuses. No softness in his words, not even a hint of a smile. Just cold, commanding, Caesar.
The room suddenly feels too small, too loud, too full of decisions I don't know how to make. What the hell do I do?
These are two worlds I don't want to collide.
I don't want Leana and Caesar to meet.
I don't want Caesar and Sebastian to meet.
God, those two names can't even be spoken in the same sentence.
So… what the hell do I do?
If Caesar says he's going to be waiting downstairs at 7, then that's not a suggestion. That's a fact. It means he's already dismissed my driver. He's planned this. Coordinated it. That message wasn't a question. It was a command.