Cassian slowly opened his eyes.For a few seconds, everything around him was a blur.The ceiling above him was white. The lights were painfully bright, and there was a dull pressure pounding against the side of his head.He blinked several times, trying to remember where he was.Then he turned his head.Scarlett was sitting beside his bed.She looked exhausted.Her arms were folded across her chest, and there was a cup of untouched coffee sitting on the small table beside her. The moment she noticed his eyes were open, she straightened.“Cassian?”He frowned.“What happened?”Scarlett exhaled, relief washing across her face.“You passed out.”Cassian tried to sit up.Pain immediately shot through his head.“Easy.”Scarlett placed a hand against his shoulder.“You have a concussion. Nothing too severe, according to the doctors, but she hit your head pretty badly.”Cassian closed his eyes for a moment.Then the memories began returning.The warehouse.The photographs.Elise.The gun.His inv
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