Lumine left the mansion with a worried expression, her gaze lingering on Cassian for a moment before she disappeared down the path. Cassian watched her go, his thoughts running deep as he stood there, lost in his own mind. He didn't mind that people worried about him—Lumine, Alix, and even Julius had shown concern, and while it wasn't something he asked for, he didn't dismiss it either. It was clear they cared, but he couldn't afford to let their worry distract him from what lay ahead.
Whatever the assignment was, it would undoubtedly be dangerous. But then again, so had the last case he worked on. The one that had forced him into the clutches of that cult, where he'd been captured, tortured, and nearly killed. It had been a nightmare, yet it had shaped him, carved something sharper within him. That experience had made him realize that danger was something you couldn't avoid—it was always lurking, just waiting to strike.
