She saw Cassian, her quiet husband, now moving with efficient brutality, his eyes glinting coldly without a shred of doubt. This was the man she had married, but she was witnessing this side of him for the first time.
Stark was still trying to crawl, blood streaming down his face. He reached for a grenade that had slipped from his waist.
Cassian showed no mercy. He moved like a shadow, landing two heavy blows to Stark’s ribs and a sharp strike to his temple. Stark jerked, his body convulsed, and he fell unconscious.
A total silence blanketed the museum. Only the sound of Cassian’s heavy breathing could be heard. He stood tall amidst the destruction, beside a damaged statue, facing Lianna.
The guests and the director stared at him in horror. The Note-Taker mask was gone.
Cassian walked
