CASSIAN

Earlier

A bottle was yanked from my hands for the fourth time today.

“Hey–!”

“That’s enough!”

My father stood behind me, handing the bottle off to an attendant with a warning to keep me away from the stock… or else.

“There you go,” I slurred, leaning back against the table. “Always threatening people's lives. So archaic, Father.”

“You boys are starting to become a headache I never asked for,” my father frowned. ...