CASSIAN
I reached out and grabbed Julian's arm. My fingers closed around his bicep, holding him tight. I didn't use enough force to bruise, but I made sure he couldn't move.
"We're leaving," I said. My voice was low. I didn't want the others in the back room to hear us.
Julian pulled against my grip. He was unsteady. His feet didn't seem to know where the floor was. "I'm fine, Cassian. Let go."
"Look at you," I snapped. I felt the heat rising in my chest. "You're barely conscious. You are on the floor, Julian."
"I am not on the floor," he muttered. He tried to straighten his back, but he just swayed.
"You are going to be if I let go of this arm." I didn't release him. If anything, I held on tighter. "We're going. Now."
He pulled harder this time. His face was flushed, and his eyes were glassy, seeing things that weren't there. "Stop treating me like I need to be managed. I'm not one of your father's employees."
"Then stop needing to be managed," I shot back.
