NIRELLE

I stare at the man in front of me as I try to relate his face to Cassian Wolfe, my classmate while I was still in high school. The person standing in front of me was way different from the boy from then. He looked like he had gone under the knife to perfectly sculpt his face. Even though he had been the hottest boy in class back then, he was not this hot.

"Cassian Wolfe?" I ask as if he did not just say so. The words leave my mouth in fragments, and he looks at me with excited ...