Cassian’s demeanor shifted the moment James Carter introduced himself. There was a slight tension in his posture, and his grip on my hand loosened as if his mind had suddenly shifted to something far more pressing. His eyes darted from James to the Montgomerys, then back to James, a silent exchange passing between them that I couldn’t decipher.
“Excuse me,” Cassian murmured, barely glancing at me as he stepped away from the group. He nodded to James, and without another word, the two of them walked off together, leaving me standing there, bewildered and slightly irritated.
I watched them disappear into the crowd, my curiosity piqued. There was something strange about the way Cassian had acted—distant, almost secretive. I didn’t like it one bit. I wanted to follow, to find out what was g
