Third Person's POVCassian stood among the crowd of parents in his black business suit, his tall frame and stoic, controlled aura making him impossible to miss.He was down on one knee, tying Algernon's shoelaces with a focus that was unusually patient.Once finished, he ruffled the boy's hair and scooped him up into his arms, his voice dropping into a natural, low rumble. "Mom's tied up with work today and couldn't make it."He paused. "Tell me what you want for dinner tonight."Algernon leaned against his shoulder, his eyes suddenly lighting up. He pointed a small hand across the street."Trista!"Cassian's gaze followed the boy's finger.Trista was standing there in the fading twilight.Her tall figure was wrapped in an off-white coat, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like polished silk, the ends curling slightly.Across the short distance, their eyes locked.For a heartbeat, the air shifted.Trista's expression didn't flicker.She raised her phone with a steady, clinical
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