Amara's POV.

The silence in the room was a heavy, suffocating weight. It was just me and him. The man who had once been my everything. The man who had just become a stranger. I looked at him, my body a tight, coiled spring of fear and defiance. I had to make him understand.

"I'm tired, Cassian," I said in a raw whisper. "I'm so tired. Of the lies. Of the secrets. Of the games. I'm tired of being an obstacle in your life. I'm tired of being a pawn in your game. I'm tired of having to pretend ...