CHAPTER 72
NOVA'S POV
Chances are low that I am going to make a mistake in recognizing Beatrice's luscious locks.
“Are you sure it's hers?” Cassian asks, and I nod at him immediately.
He walks over to the hair, as he brings it to his nose, and he looks up at me, with his eyebrows c****d.
“It's her, isn't it?” I ask. If there is anybody that is going to recognize Beatrice's scent on anything, it is Cassian that I am going to trust.
“Yes,” he says calmly, like he doesn't want to remember the things that he is remembering. “And it looks like she was in distress.”
“She might be somewhere inside here,” I say, already attempting to walk right past him.
Cassian grabs me back, as he waves his index finger at me.
“If you aren't staying right beside me, then I wouldn't hesitate to fling you
