The hairs on the back of my neck stood up before I heard it. The c***k of a branch breaking underfoot, the sharp inhale of breath just behind me. My instincts kicked in, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. I spun, ready to fight, only to see the shape of a rogue stumbling into the camp—disheveled, bloodied, his clothes torn and frayed.
“We’ve been compromised,” the rogue gasped, collapsing onto the dirt, barely able to catch his breath. His face was a mess of cuts, his eyes wide with panic, and I could feel the tension ripple through the air like a storm on the horizon.
Cassian was already moving, his body a blur of motion. He knelt beside the rogue, his hands steady despite the sudden shift in the atmosphere. I didn’t need to ask what had happened. The way the rogue was shak
