Amara’s POV

The moment I walked into his office, I knew it would end in a fight.

I didn’t wait to be invited in.

My chest was tight as I stepped forward, trying to breathe past the heat in my throat. The door slammed shut behind me, the echo loud in the quiet, too loud.

Cassian turned his seat slowly, and I saw in his eyes the betrayal. But deeper this time, sharper. Like something had been carved out between us and left gaping. Isobel didn’t bother hiding her satisfaction. Her hands ...