Naomi’s Pov

The house felt different that night.

Not dangerous. Not loud. Just… hollow. Like the walls were breathing slower, like even the air had calmed itself so it wouldn’t make noise.

Maybe it was me.

Maybe I was the one who felt hollow.

Ever since the shootout at the docks, something inside me wouldn’t sit still. Not fear. Not confusion. Something else. Something that felt like I’d walked right up to a line I didn’t even know was there, and now every step felt like I was walking along the edge.

After we got back, Cassian went straight to his office. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t even look...