Retribution for the Counterfeit Jewelry
Cassian did not wait for his heartbeat to return to normal. In the total darkness, broken only by the red glow of emergency lights, he released the box from Mr. Chen and dashed. His sharp senses caught the sound of shoes scuffing against the thick carpet of the side corridor.
Thud!
Cassian slammed into the silhouette of the gloved man just as he was about to disappear behind the emergency stairwell door. The attacker jolted, attempting to throw a punch, but Cassian was faster. He grabbed the man’s wrist—the one still wearing the tracking watch as Mr. Chen had warned—and twisted it until there was a sickening bone-deep click.
"Let... her... go..." Cassian growled, his voice hoarse and cold.
The man groaned, dropping Lianna, who was half-conscious
