JESSICA'S POV
The silence after the fight is worse than the noise. I stand there, frozen, watching them. Sebastian’s gone, chasing after that monster who dragged me away. Dominic and Cassian are a blur of motion in the main factory space, still fighting, their grunts and the thuds of bodies hitting the floor echoing.
But here, in this shitty office, it’s just me and him.
Julian is propped against the wall by the cot, breathing hard. His face is pale, slick with sweat. The bandage on his back is already spotting with fresh red. He shouldn’t even be moving. But his eyes are on the door Sebastian vanished through, sharp and calculating even through the pain.
And I just… watch.
I watch how Dominic takes a hit to the ribs and snarls, twisting to break the arm of the man who did it. I watch
