Sarafina POV
I surfaced slowly, like I was clawing my way out of deep water.
My head throbbed. My chest burned. The floor under my cheek was cold, or maybe I was cold. Everything felt wrong.
A voice reached me first.
"—Safina, come on. Look at me. Hey—look at me."
Cassian.
I forced my eyes open.
He was kneeling over me, face pale, hair disheveled, eyes darker than I'd ever seen them. His hands hovered near my arms like he wanted to touch me but didn't trust himself not to break something.
"Cass…" My voice cracked. "What… happened?"
His throat bobbed. "You blacked out. Your whole apartment—"
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head.
"It doesn't matter. We need to move. Now."
Move?
I blinked, trying to make sense of anything. My room looked… destroyed.
The lamp shattered.
Books everywhere.
The mirror split in half. The neon outside still flickered in uneven bursts.
"Did I—"
I swallowed hard. "Did I do this?"
Cassian froze.
That was all the answer I needed.
