Into the Snare

Cassian POV

Imogen moved through it fast. Her beta senses working better in the enclosed space. Scent concentrated. Direction clear.

"He's not running," she said quietly. "He's walking. Controlled pace."

"He knows we're following."

"Yes." She slowed slightly. "Which means he's comfortable with it."

"Which means—"

"Trap," she confirmed. "But the scent goes through. The right-foot man is ahead. What