Cassian leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly as the door clicked shut behind Eloise. Her scent lingered in the room, a mix of warmth and something darker... something awakening. He had seen the flickers of recognition in her eyes, the way she held herself as if battling the fragments of memories slipping through the cracks. She was remembering. And if they didn’t handle this properly, it would break her.
He reached for the tumbler of whiskey on his desk, swirling the amber liquid absently before taking a slow sip. The taste was rich, smoky, but it did nothing to dull the sensation thrumming beneath his skin, the connection between them. Between all of them.
His golden eyes flicked toward his phone. It took only a moment to dial.
“Lucas.”
A beat of silence. Then a sigh. “What do yo
