Calculated Oversight

GENEVIEVE'S POV

My heart battered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Every heavy step Cassian took toward our table radiated quiet menace. My fingers curled into the white linen napkin on my lap, gripping the cloth so tightly my knuckles ached. I braced for an explosion, keeping my chin lifted while every nerve screamed at me to look away.

Then came the erasure.

Cassian did not stop. He did