Setting the Bait

Dante

The air in the room smelled of old leather and black coffee; the air itself was charged, like the house had jumped aboard the same wave that now ran through my veins. Cassian never wasted a breath. He walked to the old bureau, opened a drawer and flipped through it, and pulled out the secure phone we used for the things the rest of the world didn't need to know. His fingers were calm, profe