His Exception

Nadia.

I pulled my wool coat tighter against the cold wind, maintaining a careful distance as I followed Cassian through the bleak rows of granite headstones. The cemetery was vast and gray, a somber stretch of land that felt disconnected from the city's usual chaos. I knew I was playing a dangerous game by being here. My bodyguard, Slade, trailed a few paces behind me, his boots crunching on the