Naomi’s POV

We barely spoke on the drive back.

Not because there was nothing to say but because there was too much. The sight of those girls in the container stayed glued behind my eyes. Their small hands. Their quiet breathing. Their fear was trying to hide under blankets that couldn’t hold anything warm.

Cassian gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles went white. I’d seen him angry before. I’d seen him furious. I had never seen him quiet like this the kind of quiet that feels like the inside of a storm right before it strikes.

Rubio rode in the back, tense and restless, tapping his foot against...