Azalea
The door clicked shut. I stayed frozen on the floor, with my knees pressed against the cold marble tiles and my arms hanging limp at my sides. My breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps.
My entire body trembled, not from the chill in the air-conditioned room, but from the terror that had settled deep into my bones.
Emily. Her family. Amira.
His words echoed in my mind.
Emily and her family died because of you.
I pressed my hands against my chest, trying to hold my shattered heart together. I wanted to scream, to rage, to deny it all, but the sound died in my throat.
Was it true? Had innocent people died simply because I existed? Because I’d somehow stumbled into Cassian’s—no, Leo’s—twisted game?
I didn’t know how long I knelt there, lost in a storm of guilt and fear, but at
