The black SUV pulled to a stop at the edge of the stadium parking lot. Three men stepped out from the rear doors, silent and in uniform.
Mark emerged from the driver's side. His gaze swept the scene in a practised arc.
It landed first on Cixi, cataloguing the battered state of her, the scrapes and bruises that had not been there when she left the Palace that morning. Then his attention shifted to Lily, who stood next to Cixi with her arms wrapped around herself. Then his eyes settled on Zoyar, before finally on the three figures sitting on the ground with their wrists bound.
Silviya. Kevin. Ronny.
Mark shook his head in disappointment, written all over his face. It was genuine exasperation of a man who had seen too many people make the destructive mistake of touching something that belonged to Cassian Crown. In this situation, they tried to harm someone Cassian was obsessed with or more like, in love with.
