Then he leans in, breath hot against my neck as he whispers, “Neither of us are under any illusion that this place is good. I’ve already told you I plan to be ruthless. I plan to survive. And I think you’re better than me in some regards, Cass—yes, even after Bellamy. Because you were right. I thought you should leave them both. Save yourself.” He pauses. “I think you would do well to be more selfish.”
