SYLA'S POV

Long after the call ended, I still kept thinking about what Cassian had said. What did he mean by he had evidence? What could he have possibly found that made him so confident?

I filled a sleek glass with champagne and gulped it down in one shot. So much was happening at a time, it was making it difficult for me to even think straight.

I knew very well that my concern should be how to get Vera out of Cassian's custody, but what he said over the phone worried me.

My phone beeped as a message notification popped up on the screen.

Lance: Boss, we might have...