Cassian’s POV
The storm came quietly.
It wasn’t in the form of headlines or boardroom whispers. It came in coded emails, corrupted files, and blacked-out surveillance footage that should’ve been airtight. I stared at my screen, the blinking cursor taunting me as the video Calla had uncovered played on loop in my head.
Dorian.
My brother had always been a wildfire — beautiful, reckless, and impossible to contain. But this… this was sabotage. The flash drive wasn’t just a warning. It was a challenge. And he had dragged Calla into it — whether by accident or design, I didn’t know.
I leaned back, watching the skyline turn from dusk to shadows.
My office, usually a place of order, felt like a trap tonight. The glass walls no longer offered transparency — they reflected danger. Somewhere w
