Cassian’s POV

The rage was a cold, hard knot in my stomach. The man's words—"She's mine"—echoed in my ears, a brutal and possessive claim. My carefully constructed world, a world of politics and respectability, was crumbling around me, replaced by a dark, dangerous reality I couldn't comprehend.

Amara, the woman I had loved, the mother of my child, was a part of this world. A part of him.

I watched her from across the room, my hands fisted at my sides, my knuckles white. She was ...