(Cassian’s POV)
The moment she walked into the room, my breath caught.
At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me again. That’s what it usually does—throws me fragments of faces, shadows of voices, things that don’t belong. But this wasn’t a shadow. This was real.
It was her.
The woman from the club.
The woman whose laugh had somehow cut through the blur of alcohol, whose presence had burned into me even though I’d tried to forget. The woman I woke up to in that hotel room, her warmth still lingering on the sheets after she slipped away.
And now she was standing here. Across from me. Calm, professional, dressed in quiet authority.
But I knew. I knew.
My chest tightened, my pulse thundering in my ears. I wanted to say something—demand an answer, ask her why she was here, w
