Naomi’s POV

The rain had come down all afternoon, making the city smell like iron. By evening the mansion was wrapped in silence, the kind of silence that always made me feel like something was happening just out of sight.

Mara had taken the staff downstairs for a briefing. Cassian had gone to his office. I sat on the edge of the bed with my pistol beside me, listening to the rain strike the windows and thinking of the white rose someone had left on the doorstep the night before.

I told myself not to go looking for him. I told myself not to feed the doubt that had been...