The small motorboat hit the private concrete dock with a soft thud.
This wasn't an abandoned fishing hole. It was a hidden, highly secure underground slip built directly beneath one of Cassian’s private coastal properties. The lights along the water were low and sleek, turning on automatically the second our boat crossed the security sensors.
Cassian groaned against my shoulder, his massive body shifting as the engine cut out.
"We're secure," he rasped, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the property's backup generators.
Even with a raging fever and a bleeding chest, his eyes immediately scanned the security cameras blinking on the concrete pillars above us. He was a billionaire, a man with endless assets, and he didn't hide in holes. He hid in fortified luxury.
I hauled his m
