We walked across the bustling train station platform. Cassian’s hand was soft on mine, we had come to the conclusion of holding hands as people kept walking into us and we were nearly losing each other every thirty seconds. I still had the feeling that we were being followed. Watched. I looked over my shoulder. It was hard to tell if somebody was following us among all the people. In fact, it was the perfect set up if somebody did want to watch us.
“Can you feel that?” I asked.
“Feel what?” He replied.
“Like somebody’s watching us.”
“Eh. Not really, why?”
“Never mind.” I sighed.
I looked one last look behind me before getting on the train.
“So,” Cassian started. He was sitting opposite me. “Where do we go?”
“Well, somewhere with a lot of people, but not crowded is probably safest.”
“I recommend Trigax.” A man’s voice. I heard a click as something cold hit the side of my head. Fuck.
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