Cassian
I wasn't supposed to be back at the safe house until tomorrow, but plans changed.
Walking through the door, I scanned the communal area where my men had gathered. I caught Lucas's eyes immediately—the fear that flashed across his face told me everything I needed to know before he even opened his mouth.
"What the f**k is with that face?" I kept my voice even. The sign of true power isn't in shouting; it's in the quiet that makes others hold their breath.
Lucas shifted his weight, unable to meet my gaze. "We weren't expecting you until tomorrow, boss."
I moved toward him slowly. The room fell silent except for the sound of my Italian leather shoes against the hardwood floor.
"What is going on?" I asked, my voice dropping an octave. I could practically smell the anxiety rolling
