Cassandra’s POVNathan pulled me out of the banquet hall without a word. His strides were fast, like he had a disaster he was trying to avoid. He claimed there was an emergency, but I couldn't figure out what it could possibly be.“Emergency?” I repeated, breath uneven as Nathan hurried me down the corridor, his grip firm around my wrist as though letting go was not an option. I could barely keep up with his long legs.“What happened? Is he injured? Did something go wrong at the event?” The questions spilt out one after another, but Nathan did not slow his pace. His expression stayed stiff and professional, and far too controlled for my comfort.“It is… complicated, madam,” he replied finally in a low, restrained voice.“That is not an explanation,” I insisted, my anxiety rising with every step. My jaw clenched, but I didn't fight him. I could sense the tension rolling off him.“We are in a difficult situation,” he said after a brief hesitation. “This resort is far from the city. Mr V
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