Cassian's POV

The morning light had broken cold and gray when the news flashed across my phone screen.

Isobel. Her condition had taken another turn in the night. The words blurred for a moment as I sat at the edge of my bed, phone clenched too tightly in my hand. She was stable, but fragile. Every time the updates came, it felt like being dragged into a current I couldn’t fight. The memory of her smirk, bright, sharp, so full of fire was clashed cruelly with the image of her lying in a ...