"Ezekiel..."
Zeke still didn't hear a thing. Seeing that, Cassidy called out to him, "Zeke."
He turned to her, puzzled. "Hmm? What is it?"
She gestured slightly with her chin toward someone behind them. "Someone's been calling you. Looks like someone you know."
Zeke turned around, finally noticing the man standing not far from them. His brows slowly drew together into a frown as recognition set in.
The man then began walking toward Zeke and Cass. Tall and handsome, around Zeke's age. Once he reached them, he greeted Zeke with a familiar tone, "Ezekiel, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But it really is you." His voice carried a blend of an American and Russian accent.
"Ivan," Zeke replied, his voice lower than usual, sharp and cold. "What are you doing in States? Weren't you supposed to be busy handling your father's inheritance?"
