Cassian’s POV

I sank into the leather chair like it might swallow me whole. The desk behind me, the open blinds, the city beyond it all looked different now. Cold, and hollow. As if everything we’d built was only a facade.

Amara’s words echoed in my head. “You’re scared of the headlines... you don’t want to be alone in your mess.” She was right. The fight, the press, the lies sometimes I couldn’t tell where my survival ended and my ambition began.

“Cassian.” I heard Isobel's ...