Chapter 297

CASSIAN'S POV

The concrete floor of the holding cell was freezing cold, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

I sat on the narrow wooden bench, my hands still smelling of damp mud, rain, and the metallic tang of police handcuffs. The cold seeped right through my wet clothes, making my skin feel numb. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the terrifying image of Callum Prescott stepping t