Cassian’s POV

I waited until Amara was finally asleep. She had gone into her room with a tension still in her shoulders, the kind of weariness that came from carrying too much for too long. I lingered outside her door for a moment, listening to the silence inside before pulling my phone from my pocket and stepping quietly into the hallway.

“Paul,” I said the second he picked up. My voice was low, sharp. “Bring your men. Tonight. I don’t care how late it is—get the security in ...