Naomi pov

Before I could even process the shock…

Cassian grabbed my hand.

“Move.”

Gunfire rang out around us, but he didn’t flinch.

He shot down anyone who stepped in our path, his aim cold and merciless.

We weaved through the chaos of smoke, blood, and crumbling walls. The mansion was falling apart behind us. Screams echoed. Fire licked up the edges of the curtains.

“Stay close,” he barked, “Don’t stop for anything.”

We kept running. I didn’t know where we were going…only that I trusted him more than I trusted my own feet.

My dress was soaked. My body ached. But for the first time in five years…

I...