Chapter 288

GENEVIEVE'S POV

Grigori’s bitterness finally made sense.

He wanted to be his son.

“Your position?” I scoffed, folding my arms. “Not to be biased, but your father would make a terrible Pakhan,” I mumbled.

Cassian's eyes flashed with something unrecognizable, the blue in them shining so brightly it almost blinded me.

“Ah, I see. So tell me,” he muttered, raising a brow. “What does it take to be a go