~ Adeline ~

Cassian does not yell. Never. He doesn't need to.

When he speaks, people just stop. They just shut their mouths, as if the noise slices through something dense. Even now, with Flores on his knees before him, gasping and begging, he is serene. Much too serene.

Flores is sweating like crazy, hands shaking so hard the cuffs clink off each other. He stammers again and again about not knowing, about being under something when he attacked me last night. I barely manage to glance at him. ...