Chapter Twenty-Seven
Bash
I flopped into the white leather chair that sat outside of the dressing room. Sighing, I dragged my hand through my hair. It wasn’t something I could do, I pulled out my phone. Swiping the screen open, I thumbed through my contacts until I hit William’s name. Opening up the text messages, I tapped out a message.
Bash: Ask Lucian for Cassandra’s address.
I watched the screen, waiting for his response. The little icon notified me that he’d seen my request. When he didn’t respond, I wrote out his name. Waiting, watching those three dots move across the screen that told me he was responding.
William: Do it yourself. I’m busy.
Bash: Can’t, I’m on an errand for him.
William: Fine, but you owe me.
Sighing, I pressed the button on the side, making the screen go da
