Cassian’s POV

Sleep eluded me like a thing who was hung the wrong way.

The city was quieter at this hour, but my mind wasn't.

I’d sat in my balcony with my tie undone for the past thirty minutes, watching from the top as cars passed like ghosts on repeat.

Right now, the only thing that mattered was Amara Bishop. She had lied. I didn't blame her. I had lied too.

But how could she not tell me we had a child together? A child on her couch that had my exact eyes. I had seen the ...