— MARA |
They grabbed me the second Cassian disappeared into the darkness.
Rough hands. Shouting in Russian. Guns pressed against my back.
I didn't fight.
What was the point?
Cassian was gone.
My father was a murderer.
My entire life was built on lies.
Everything I thought I knew was ash.
They dragged me back through the tunnels. Up the stairs. Into the cellar. Through the destroyed manor.
I saw it all through a fog.
Broken furniture. Shattered glass. Blood on the walls.
They'd torn Ashgrave apart looking for us.
And they'd found me.
But not him.
He'd escaped.
Like I'd told him to.
Like I'd begged him to.
So why did it feel like I'd lost something vital?
They shoved me into a chair in what used to be the dining room.
One of them spoke into a phone. Russian. Fast. Aggres
