Raven's POV
My heart hammered in my chest, and every breath I took felt too shallow. I wanted to scream and claw at him, tear away from his iron grip, but his hand on my mouth stifled the sound before it even left my throat. He was too strong, too f*****g strong. His body pressed against mine, every movement calculated, controlled.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Cassian’s voice was low with a growl in the back of his throat as he dragged me into the underbrush.
My heart raced as panic surged in my chest. I tried to scream, but his hand clamped down on my mouth, cutting off any sound and I couldn’t see what was happening, but I felt his grip tightening, his body pinning me against the rough bark of a tree.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Raven,” he murmured into my ear,
