Cassian's POV

I stayed quiet when Mr Marchand popped the question.

“You’re stalling,” he continued, eyes on the fading sun. “The campaign needs a stable image. People like family men, Cassian. They vote for them.”

I exhaled slowly and I didn't flinch. “I will win the campaign.”

He chuckled, low and cold. “You think victory will make it easier?”

“No,” I replied. “But it will make it necessary.”

He studied me like a piece on a chessboard, then nodded slowly. “Pick a ...