Cassian’s POV

Paul leaned back in his seat, his eyes narrowing as he scanned through the files on his tablet. The soft light from the bar’s lamp flickered across his face, highlighting the sharp, calculating look he wore whenever he was deep in thought. After a few moments of silence, he exhaled slowly and set the tablet down on the table between us.

“You know this won’t be cheap,” he said, his tone low and serious. “If you want competent men, people who can actually protect ...