Calla’s POV
Pain wasn’t mine at first.
It came in a scream. A gunshot. A sudden, brutal noise that echoed through the cavernous halls of the Zurich vault like thunder made of steel.
Then came the smoke.
I didn’t even realize I was screaming Cassian’s name until Nyra clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me behind the steel racks of ledgers and legacy. Her voice hissed like a wire fraying in the heat, “Stay down, Calla!”
My heart threatened to crack through my ribs.
He was out there. Cassian.
A bullet had found him somewhere in the chaos. I’d seen him stumble, blood blooming through the side of his shirt like a rose pressed through fabric.
I tried to crawl toward him.
Nyra pushed me back, her hand fierce. “He told me to protect you. Don’t make that promise mean nothing.”
I star
