Aurora’s POV
I was standing in front of the torn-apart building debating on whether or not to go inside. It was early morning, the sun had barely risen and surprisingly the streets were empty and weirdly quiet compared to Nemea which didn’t ease my nervosity regarding meeting Cruz on my own. I knew he was the only one who could possibly be of any help to me when it came to Cassian, but every nerve in my body told me to be on high alert.
I walked to the door, the door that was still hanging by its hinges, and with a steady hand, or as steady as it could be, I reached for the doorknob.
“I had a feeling you would be back here,” a groggy voice spoke making me jump and turn around so fast that I nearly lost my footing.
Cruz was standing behind me with one hand holding a basket and the ot
