~ Adeline ~

My cheeks burn with both embarrassment and anger. I glare fiercely at Cassian, yet he is not even looking at me. He has his gaze fixated on this woman. I can feel the tension in the air, but I can't quite fathom it. It's thick. Suffocating. And I shiver. One look from Cassian and Ronan makes my palms sweat. They're glaring fiercely at me.

“Go to your room,”

“Go to your room,”

they both utter in unison, and I feel my back turn rigid. With fright? Or something else? ...