Amara's POV

The night dragged on like an endless whisper. I couldn’t sleep, no matter how many times I turned on the bed or tried to close my eyes. The room felt foreign, the air heavy with the faint scent of perfume and fear. My thoughts refused to rest. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw Cassian’s face, his worry, the confusion in his voice when he’d tried to speak to me over the phone. I shouldn’t have called. I shouldn’t have made them worry. But yet I worried to the next ...