TRISTAN

The Alpha Prince cleared his throat. “So,” Ivan started. “Explain to me again why exactly I’m required for this little errand?”

Cassian stared out the small window, thumb brushing his lower lip like he could still taste something there. Adrian, sprawled across from Ivan, just smiled. He didn’t bother answering.

Ivan clicked his tongue when nobody spoke. His eyes flicked to me. “Tristan? Anything to add? Or are you just here to look at some ...