I could feel the change in the air.
It wasn’t like the tension of the past, that slow-building pressure before a storm. No, this was different. It was a subtle shift, almost imperceptible at first. The kind of thing you feel in your bones before your mind catches up with it.
Cassian was becoming distant. I could sense it in the way he moved, in the space he put between us. His eyes, once warm and steady, now seemed to avoid mine, as if the truth that had been shared between us had changed something too deep for him to acknowledge.
It wasn’t like the way we had fought side by side, so sure of each other, our connection so effortless that it felt like breathing.
Now, it was... colder.
When we trained, when we spared—his movements were sharp, precise, as always—but there was something la
