NOAH
I was about to walk toward the revolving doors when I saw a flash of movement. The side executive exit opened, and Cassian stepped out.
He was wearing a black suit that looked like it cost more than my apartment building, looking as untouchable and perfect as the day I first met him. He was alive. He was here.
"Cassian!" I shouted, my voice cracking as I broke into a run. "Wait!"
He stopped, his hand already on the door handle of a waiting car. He turned, and for a split second, I saw his composure fracture. His eyes widened in genuine, unadulterated surprise.
"Noah?"
I reached him, panting, my lungs burning. My brain finally caught up with my feet, and I realized how insane I must look... disheveled, breathless, and shouting at one of the most powerful men in the country in the middle of a public street.
"I—I wanted—I need—" I stammered, the words tangling in my throat. I was panicking, my heart hammering against my ribs.
