Cassian’s POV

Amara’s eyes had searched mine with that familiar sharpness, the kind that cut through me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. I knew she wanted answers, the whole truth, but I couldn’t give them to her. Not yet. If she ever found out that I had shaken hands with Minister Richard, promising him marriage to his daughter in exchange for his backing, she would hate me. And maybe she would be right to.

So instead of answering her unspoken questions, I shifted the conversation. I ...