The floor violently shook beneath my feet.
The sound of the blast was muffled, coming from deep underground, but the power of it rattled the light fixtures on the ceiling. One of the small glass perfume bottles on the vanity tipped over, smashing against the marble with a sharp ring.
I shrieked, throwing my arms over my head as the mattress jolted under me.
Cassian didn't even blink. He already had his heavy black gun in his hand, his thumb clicking the safety off before the echo of the explosion even died down. His bare chest was heaving, the dark ink of his tattoos twisting as his muscles flexed.
"Cassian!" I screamed, scrambling out of the covers. "What was that? Was that a bomb?"
"Stay on the floor," he ordered. His voice was incredibly calm, but it was the kind of calm that made
