Chapter 147

Present

Calla POV

"Cassian!" Why was he here?

His lips curved into a dangerous, charming smile, his eyes sweeping over me—slow, drinking in every inch of my dress, my curves, my very existence.

“Excuse me, signorina,” he said, his Italian accent thicker than usual, his voice dripping with charm. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Cassian.” He extended a hand, his eyes twinkling with mischief, as if