It was on the tip of his tongueâwe still have a lot to do, Cassie, try and concentrate. How much damage would it do to any hard-won authoritarian presence? Gus sighed. His headache hadnât gotten better. God. âFine,â Gus said, trying not to sound too desperate for caffeine. âLetâs go. We can pick it back up there.â
It was clear that studying was definitely not Cassieâs strong suit. Sheâd try and sheâd get too distracted, nothing ever made enough sense to her. Gus was good, but sometimes she thought no one would get through to her. She gave the boy a flirty smile. âYouâre the best.â Her long lashes fluttered when she blinked. âIâm sure weâll do much better after some caffeine.â













