Fractured Independence

CASSIAN’S POV

The heat inside my veins from confronting the Lombardis didn't fade when I started the engine. The drive back to our apartment was suffocating. It wasn't the comfortable kind of silence that usually settled between us. It was a heavy, oppressive pressure, the kind that filled every single inch of the truck's cab and pressed against the windows like a thick fog.

Lydia sat motionles