I didn’t sleep that night.Cassian’s words replayed in my head long after the banquet ended.It was meant to protect you.Protect me from what?Aaron had insisted on driving me home himself. He hadn’t said much during the ride, but I noticed the way his eyes kept scanning the rearview mirror.“You think we’re being followed?” I finally asked.“I think,” he said calmly, “that too many unusual things are happening at once.”The blackmail photo.The anonymous messages to Cassian.Seraphina’s carefully timed appearance.And nowProtection.When I stepped into Naomi’s apartment, exhaustion hit me like a wave. But even as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, a quiet truth settled in.Cassian hadn’t looked like a man playing a game on that terrace.He’d looked… restrained.Afraid, almost.And Cassian Blackridge did not scare easily.Across the city, Cassian stood in his private study, jacket discarded, tie loosened.His head of security, Dominic Reyes, stood across from him, tablet in hand.
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