Chapter 108

Shooting range. Gunshots echoed one after another, bouncing around the empty space without fading. James stood off to the side, yawning like he could pass out any second. Meanwhile, Cassian still looked as sharp and deadly as ever-predictably, another round, another win for him. This guy clearly had a thing for winning-obsessed was probably more accurate. Whatever he touched, he had to own it, crush it, be the best at it. "What's up with you lately?" Cassian shot him a sidelong glance, eyes narrowing at the tired dark circles under James' eyes. "Can't find you except on workdays. Off the grid the rest of the time, and you always look like you've been up to no good-possessed or something?" A faint blush crept up James' ears. He turned away, casually set down his gun, trying to play it cool. "You're one to talk. I heard you brought your wife here yourself. Not worried she might stumble into your secret lab in the basement?" Cassian calmly reloaded his gun. "I've got it under control." Ja