Lianna stared at the ruined door of the CEO's office, the thin smoke lingering as the only witness to the chaos that had just unfolded. She held Cassian's arm, her breath still racing. Her eyes reflected a deep confusion as she watched Agent D clearing the debris with efficient, mechanical movements.
Cassian... who are they? And what is that... Lord Northvale? Lianna's voice trembled violently. She had just witnessed her husband fighting with the brutality of a trained soldier, and she heard the agent address him by an unfamiliar title.
Cassian gripped Lianna's hand tightly, as if anchoring her to reality. He knew the time had come, though he had hoped to delay it until the war against the Coven was over.
Lianna, I am sorry, Cassian said, his voice heavy. I cannot keep hiding. Not anymo
