Amara’s POV

The metallic tang of the nightclub still clung to me, a phantom scent on my skin even after I’d washed my hands, the scent of expensive liquor and impending doom. Standing in the dimly lit office, the silence a heavy blanket, I battled the tremor that threatened to shake my composure. Cassian. Here. Now. And seeing the venomous look on Capricorn's face, the chillingly casual way he’d taken control of the situation, I knew I had to act quickly.

The second the door closed ...