Cassian's gaze turned cold as he looked at me as he looked at me. "And who was that man you mentioned? How did he know it was me or what made him assume so?”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "He’s dead now. There was blood. DNA tests that proved it was connected to you."
“And where is this place?”
I didn't know if I should tell him. But he has been honest with me. So I might as well tell him.
“Jallington street, Adrontalia. My country. it's a chapel.”
A shadow of a frown crossed Cassian’s face. He took out his phone, his movements sharp and precise as he dialed a number. “Elisa,” he said into the phone, his voice steady but clipped. “I need you to look into something for me. The address is Jallington street.
Adrontalia. It's a chapel. Be fast. It’s urgent.”
I watched as he ended th
