The Bodyguards boy
“I want candles, white roses, fairy lights. And I want to forget for just one night that I’m the center of a PR war.”
“Done,” Taryn said, already typing notes. “We’ll keep it tight. Just you, Lennox, a few trusted names. Maybe some drag queens and a chocolate fountain?”
Cassian laughed, and for a brief second, he didn’t feel hunted.
That evening, as the skyline turned molten gold, Cassian finally called his mother.
“Sloane Wexley,” she answered, voice elegant but soft.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Cassian, darling,” she said with a sigh of relief. “I’ve been meaning to call. Are you alright?”
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