Cassandra Kane
Cassandra stood in front of Veronica’s apartment door, rolling her shoulders to release the tension that had been building since they left Dorian Voss’s place. Desmond stood beside her, his towering presence a steadying force, though she wished he weren’t quite so calm about all this.
She knocked firmly. A few seconds later, the door swung open, revealing Veronica in a silk robe that clung to her slender frame, the deep red fabric accentuating her curves. Her honey-blonde hair cascaded in artful waves over one shoulder, and her striking green eyes—lined with dark kohl—swept over Cassandra before landing on Desmond. Her expression morphed from mild annoyance to something sultry, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile the moment she spotted him.
“Well, well,” Veronica
