Erasing His Touch

GENEVIEVE'S POV

“He doesn't get to decide shit,” Zane snapped. “Now get the fuck out of our way.”

My heart skipped its next beat, and I anxiously flicked my gaze toward Cassian. He was scrolling through his phone, completely relaxed and utterly unbothered by the tension surrounding us.

Preston pulled out his phone. “It seems like I need to show exactly what I can do.”

I pulled my hand out of his.