Overheard Threats

GENEVIEVE'S POV

“You didn't want to see my face?” Cassian asked, raising a brow.

I searched his face, but there was no visible emotion. “Yes,” I whispered.

He walked further into the kitchen until he was standing on the other side of the counter, facing me.

“I don't care what your reason is,” he said, stroking his chin. “When it's time for you to show up at work, you show up.” His eyes darkened. “