A Love Beyond Danger

rk, but the magic of the place was undeniable, seeping into her bones with every step. A freelance journalist, Cassandra had spent the past few mon

brick walls. Its name, "Café du Cœur," was etched in fading gold letters above t

formed a comfortable backdrop to her thoughts. She was supposed to be meeting her contact here-an art dealer who had pro

the room as though searching for something-or someone. His eyes landed on Cassandra, and for a brief moment, the wo

o look away, back at the notebook in front of her. She had no time for distractions, not with the looming dea

too felt the strange tension in the air. It was absurd, she told herself. People came and went all

Cassandra looked up, startled. He was leaning slightly towa

taken aback by his forwardne

never leaving hers. "But you don't st

er to be flattered or insulted.

his chair. "You seem... different. N

ldn't deny. Before she could respond, her phone buzzed on the table. He

," the man said, interru

ith a complete stranger. But something about Nicolas intrigued h

" she final

gh her name meant something to hi

re you?" he asked, his e

ng any details. She wasn't about to tell a stranger about the s

utside. Cassandra turned her head just in time to see two men in dark suits rushing past the

Something was off. She felt it in her gut. But when she turned back tow

he said, his voi

t? W

trus

n outside were getting closer, and she knew instinctively that staying put wasn't an option. Nic

y was Nicolas helping her? And most importantly, how had she suddenly beco

re. It was something much bigger. And Ni