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Reina’s POVThe cab smelled faintly of cigarettes and old leather. I sat in the back with my hoodie bundled in my arms, cradling it like armor I couldn’t wear—because Cassian had forbidden it. My skin was bare beneath a white tank top that clung like a second skin, every inch of me still burning with the ache of his touch. His voice echoed in my ears, that filthy growl whispering mine.Why did I feel so disappointed that he didn't kiss me when he said he wanted to?I shook the thought out of my head and leaned forward, giving the cab driver the address I'd memorized from the message the police sent last night. My voice was low. Tired. “It’s on the far end of Valeford Estates.”He nodded, not speaking. Good. I wasn’t in the mood to pretend today.As the cab pulled out of the city, I pulled the hoodie over my head and stared out the window, chewing on my bottom lip. I silently prayed that the man I was about to care for wasn’t like Cassian Morelli. Or worse, wasn’t worse. Someone dark
