Amara’s POV

My pulse thundered in my ears. The air around me felt heavy, thick with the noise of laughter, clinking glasses, and distant music but all I could hear was the sound of Garvin’s voice still echoing in my head.

Cassian. The car. The bridge. It was too much. My mind spun. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to scream or collapse, and I didn’t realize I was shaking until Garvin’s hand clamped down around my arm again.

“Let go of me,” I said, my voice trembling more than I ...