Naomi’s Pov The van smelled like cold metal and fear. Not loud fear, the quiet kind that settles in your clothes and clings to your skin. The kind that sits with you even after you’re safe. The three girls were huddled in the back seats, wrapped in the blankets Mara handed them. Rubio drove fast, his eyes glued to the road, checking the mirrors every five seconds. Mara sat near the sliding door, gun across her lap, watching the windows like they might breathe. Cassian sat beside me. Not touching. But close enough that the heat of him brushed against my arm every time the van hit a bump. He wasn’t talking. He wasn’t blinking enough. He sat forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were bone-white. He was still shaking. He hid it well. But I could feel it in the small movements, the twitch of a finger, the tight pull of his shoulders, the way his breath kept catching halfway in. Rubio’s eyes flicked to the rear mirror. “Boss… you good?” Cassian didn
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