Over the last few days, the atmosphere in the office had shifted. Maeve caught Cassian looking at her through the glass wall more often than usual. These weren't his typical cold, judging glares; they were lingering glances, as if he were searching for the right words to say but kept losing them at the last second.
Maeve would catch him staring, and her heart would flutter. Does he feel it too? she wondered, hugging her chest and smiling at her computer screen. She began to think that maybe, just maybe, her six-year wait was finally coming to an end.
But today, she finally learned the truth behind those glances.
Maeve was just stepping out of the lobby for lunch when a sleek, black limousine pulled up to the curb. The door opened, and a man with silver hair and a powerful presence stepp
