Naomi’s Pov

Cassian didn’t wait for a cue.

Didn’t wait for Rubio.

Didn’t wait for anything.

The second his hand left my waist, he moved toward the container like the ground itself was pushing him forward. His steps were quiet, but not cautious. Determined. Controlled. Burning.

Rubio whispered sharply through comms, “Boss, slow down”

Cassian ignored him.

Mara muttered, “He’s gone. He’s in that headspace.”

The one I had only seen up close.

Not anger.

Not vengeance.

Fear.

Fear sharpened into violence.

I followed him, closer than I needed to, because he’d already made it clear: distance between us was no longer an option.

He stopped at the door of...