Chapter Twenty Eight
The car sped away before Rafael’s security team could get there, disappearing down a side street with the kind of practiced ease that told Rafael whoever was driving had done this before.
“Gone,” he said, hanging up with his security chief, frustration in every line of his body. “Lost it three streets over. Different plates than last time, so either it is someone new, or Cassian’s gotten smarter about covering his tracks.”
“Or both,” Amara said, still watching the empty street in the rearview mirror like the car might reappear if she stared hard enough.
They made it inside without further trouble, checked on a sleeping Kael together, then retreated to the kitchen, the adrenaline from the drive slowly coiling into something closer to exhausted fear.
“I want to call
