Cassian’s POV
I woke up to a splitting headache, the kind that felt like nails hammered straight into my skull. My mouth was dry, my stomach was churning, and the ceiling above me wasn’t familiar. For a moment, I didn’t even remember where I was—until my eyes adjusted and the blurry shapes turned into the edges of an expensive hotel suite.
Right.
Slash had dragged me here.
Pieces of last night came back in fragments: the bar, the women eyeing my wallet, s***h's sharp voice cutting through my drunken haze. I’d given him hell, but he’d still shown up for me.
I sat up, groaning as the weight of it all settled back into my mind: the guilt, the regret.
Remembering even her name alone hurt.
I looked toward the nightstand where my phone lay facedown, then picked it up, pressing the power b
