Naomi’s Pov

The gear room in the safehouse was cramped, lit by a single hanging bulb that flickered every few minutes. Metal shelves lined the walls, stacked with vests, ammo, radios, and a mess of equipment that only made sense to people who lived in Cassian’s world.

Rubio sorted through a crate on the floor, cursing under his breath at tangled wires. Mara checked her guns on the small workbench, cleaning each one with practiced ease.

And Cassian…

Cassian didn’t take his eyes off me.

Not directly he wasn’t staring but every time I looked up, every time I reached for something, every time I shifted my weight, his head...