A chill ran down my spine, a silent warning that something was terribly amiss. I could sense his presence beside me before I even heard his footsteps. The familiar scent of danger filled my nostrils.
I didn't need to turn around to know it was him—Cassian. His rage radiating off him in waves.
He smashed his way through the back door, the sheer force of his anger echoing in the splintering wood. The sound echoed in my ears, drowning out all other noises except for the rapid thudding of my own heart.
Then came the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked, a sound that sent a jolt of fear through my entire being. I felt the cold metal of the gun pressing against the side of my head,
Cassian's voice echoed through the room, cutting through the air like a knife. "Get the fuck moving, Aria. I haven't got the whole day," he barked, his words laced with impatience and anger.
