NIRELLE
I stare at the man in front of me as I try to relate his face to Cassian Wolfe, my classmate while I was still in high school. The person standing in front of me was way different from the boy from then. He looked like he had gone under the knife to perfectly sculpt his face. Even though he had been the hottest boy in class back then, he was not this hot.
"Cassian Wolfe?" I ask as if he did not just say so. The words leave my mouth in fragments, and he looks at me with excited eyes.
"Yes, Nirelle, it's me, Cassian Wolfe," he says, and I stand still. I have no idea what the protocol is supposed to be. Since Enoch pulled me away from school and cut off all my contact, I have not had any close calls with any of my classmates. What am I supposed to do now?
"Can you ask your securit
