Vera’s POV:

Not for one second did I trust him, but I still decided to follow him anyway. The moment I stepped out of the white room, the air changed.

The air was no longer as clean as it was inside the room, it now smelled like rust, oil and something else, something stale. That immediately told me we were probably in the industrial district of town.

Cassian walked ahead of me with casual strides like he had all the time in the world. He was acting like I was not a hostage and like this was a tour between friends. Even though I had not taken his hand, I...