Naomi’s Pov

The cold air outside the warehouse hit me like a slap.

Fresh, sharp, almost painful after the thick smoke inside.

Rubio kicked the door open wider, coughing as he stumbled into the open. “I swear if one more masked creep pops out of the dark tonight, I’m retiring. I mean it this time.”

Mara followed him out, wiping soot from her cheek. “You say that every week.”

“And I mean it every week!”

But Cassian didn’t say anything.

He walked out last, still holding my wrist like he didn’t realize he was doing it. His grip wasn’t painful, just tight, scared, possessive in a way he didn’t have...