As we were finishing up, I heard the front door open, and I bolted from the dining room into the foyer, thinking that Zahariev had arrived, but it was Cassius. I stopped dead in my tracks. “Ugh. What are you doing back?” I asked. “Apparently, I am a glorified errand boy,” he said. “Zahariev sent me to return your phone, but maybe I should keep it since you don’t appreciate the deliverer.” I narrowed my eyes. “I take nudes with that phone.” Cassius sighed as he reached into his pocket. “Just another thing I didn’t need to know about you.”
