ZURI

At first, it was subtle. 

A slight heaviness in my chest. The kind you could brush off as stress, adrenaline, too many things happening at once.

But then Cassian exhaled sharply beside me.

“Okay,” he muttered, trying to keep his eyes open. “Either I’m dying dramatically or the air in here sucks.”

“It does,” Eza said from across the room, not even looking up from the mess of parts she’d scavenged together. “And not in the metaphorical ...