Cassian's POV
"Are the cars ready?" I asked as soon as my feet touched the tarmac.
Lucas was already waiting at the bottom of the stairs, coat buttoned against the northern chill. "Yes, Boss. Everything is in place."
I nodded once and started walking. The air here was colder, sharper. North Dalton always smelled of metal and smoke, which is why I decided to plant my business in the city.
Celine followed quietly behind me. Unlike other slaves, she didn't seem to protest; she was quiet, not in a dull way but in a rather observant way.
Her quietness put me off balance; she positioned herself like a fit for my world.
Lucas came up beside, whispering to my ear. "The manager from the local branch will be at the hotel by nine. Should I change the time?"
"No, nine is fine." I adjusted the cuffs of my coat. "I don't want noise tonight. No eyes and definitely no mistakes."
"Yes, sir."
