CYAN
I turned my head, glaring at him through the shadows.
The urgency was rising inside my ribs like water pressing against a cracking levee, making my fingers twitch against my trousers.
I wanted to scream at him to move, to tell him that every second we stood here was a second I wasn't next to Cassian.
Reginald didn't blink.
He stood in the doorway, his arms folded loosely behind his back, his expression entirely calm.
He was the only thing in my entire life that had outlasted every single version of my panic, and he wasn't going to move an inch now.
"Fine," I snapped, turning the brass handles of the shower until the water began to roar against the tile.
The black town car tore through the gray streets of the city, the tires humming hard against the wet asphalt.
I sat in the back corner, my body pressed into the leather cushion, while Reginald sat perfectly straight beside me.
