Ashes of the Elite - Chapter 11: I’m Not Short

... or once before pushing it open, not bothering to wait for an invitation. If Cain wanted me to wait, he should have locked it.

Cain is seated behind his desk, a glass of wine in one hand and an open book in the other. He looks up the moment I step inside, a grin spreading across his face like he's actually pleased to see me.

"Well, well," he drawls, setting the book aside. "Look who's finally awake. I was beginning to think you'd decided to stay unconscious just to spite me."