Chapter 242

CALLUM'S POV

The cold night air did nothing to clear the suffocating tension in my chest as I walked out of the arena’s private exit.

My boots clicked sharply against the asphalt of the executive lot, each step fueled by the lingering echo of Cassian’s smug, parting words. “I am going to make sure you do.”

The bastard was up to something, and the fact that he was sober enough to look me in the eye