Sixteen Minutes Late

GENEVIEVE'S POV

History was a dangerous thing. It held the power to either break or make the future. My history with Cassian Vane was like a poison that ate away at me slowly every single day. Because now, as I halted at the doorway of the conference room, I couldn't help but take deep breaths, trying my best to calm what I could only describe as my nervous wreck of a heart.

If there was anything