Amara's POV

The sudden appearance of Cassian was a shock that left me speechless. My mind, still reeling from the events at the nightclub and Capricorn’s chilling words, was a jumbled mess. I stared at him through the open car window, his face a mask of cold fury, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might shatter.

"Get in, Amara," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Now."

I didn't move. I couldn't. My body felt frozen, a statue of stone. I was a puppet and he was pulling ...