Cassian’s POV
I didn't like what was brewing within me that definitely looked like guilt.
The foreign ache of it sat like heavily in my chest, uncomfortable, and f*****g annoying.
I didn’t move when she cried or flinch when I saw her on the floor, covered in blood, bruises bloomed across her skin and I ignored every instinct that was screaming at me to go to her, to pull her into my arms and rip those girls apart piece by piece for laying a single hand on her.
But I didn’t because that’s not who th f**k I am, especially not for her.
The car ride back was silent as we didn't know what to feel, webjust watched the girl we tried so hard to save from Jerome being bullied and battered to nothing. Elias clenched his fists the whole time, his jaw tight and Dante stared out the window like
