The cold afternoon wind swept through the downtown avenue, carrying the faint scent of roasted coffee and damp asphalt.
Cassian Vale stood beneath the awning of a corner café, a paper cup cooling between his hands. Dressed in a plain dark coat, he blended easily among the steady stream of office workers crossing the street. The lingering pain from his injuries had all but disappeared, leaving behind only an unsettling strength that seemed to grow with each passing day.
He did not consider himself a stalker.
He was simply waiting.
Watching.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the towering glass façade of Artemis Tower across the avenue.
The revolving doors turned.
Galathea Brooks emerged first.
Cael Alexander followed a step behind, his charcoal overcoat and effortless composure drawing the attention of every security guard they passed.
Cassian's grip tightened around his cup.
