Naomi’s Pov;

Morning came late.

The sky over the city was a muted gray, heavy with rain that hadn’t yet fallen. The safe house was quiet except for the low hum of generators and the clatter of distant dishes. After the explosion, Cassian had ordered a lockdown. No one entered. No one left.

I hadn’t seen him since last night.

The last thing he’d said was

“Get some rest, Naomi.”

But rest was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the blast. The heat, the sound, the way his voice had gone silent right before it hit.

Now, sitting by the narrow window, I watched the street below...