Standing ten feet away from us, right under the bright fluorescent lights of the side exit, was a sight that felt like a fever dream.
My twin brother, Noah, was standing near the wall, looking like he'd just survived an artillery strike.
Beside him was a tall, decent-looking guy with a bloody lip who was pressing a cloth to his face with a look of pure, bewildered awe.
And right between them, towering over the scene like an ominous thunderstorm, was Cassian.
The silence that settled over the hallway was instant and deafening.
I froze. Cyan froze beside me. Noah looked like he was actively trying to dissolve into the concrete floor to escape reality.
Cassian didn't move.
He stood there with his face entirely unreadable. His eyes dropped down to where my hand was wrapped tightly around Cyan's.
The moment his gaze landed on our joined hands, Cyan yanked his hand out of my grip like he'd just touched a hot stove.
