Aria's POV.
Back at the mansion, the drive was quiet. I stared out the window, the city lights blurring as my hands fidgeted in my lap. My chest still felt tight, like Magnus Draven’s gaze had physically pressed into me. Cassian’s hand on mine was steady, but I didn’t dare look at him. I needed air, space, something to let my mind stop spinning.
When we got inside, he didn’t say much, just led me upstairs. My room was dimly lit, soft gray walls and simple furniture, my sanctuary. I dropped onto the bed, pulling my knees close. The wolf inside me hissed and curled into herself, exhausted and cringing from the memory of Magnus’ eyes.
Cassian finally sat at the edge of the bed, leaning forward. His hands rested on his knees, eyes locked on mine. “Hey,” he said softly. “I’m…sorry. I should
