Amara's POV

The night air followed us inside like guilt. Paul locked the door behind us, and for a moment, the house was so still I thought Cassian must have finally fallen asleep. Relief skimmed through me. I wasn’t ready to face him yet. Not after what I’d done.

We crept through the hallway, the floorboards creaking like they were tattling on us. The shadows stretched long and thin across the living room. I reached for the light switch, but before my fingers could find it—

Click. ...