Third Person POV
Cassian frowned, swirling his drink. "Wait a second. I visited you multiple times in Eindhoven. You never once mentioned knowing Christina. Not even a hint."
"Because I didn't realize it was her," Hudson admitted.
All that remained from that night was the memory of a woman with gentle hands and steady presence who somehow noticed he wasn't right. The woman who got him to safety when his senses were failing him.
"She took me to the hospital that night. Paid the bill. By the time I woke up, she was gone," Hudson said.
"So how the hell did you figure out it was her?" Cassian asked, leaning forward.
"Had my Beta investigate."
When Hudson saw the photo in the file, everything clicked. Christina Vance, jewelry design student at Eindhoven University. The gi
