Cassian’s POV

I nodded at every word my father spoke, keeping my face carefully neutral. There was no point in resisting him now, not when I still needed him to believe I was following his lead. He spoke with that sharp, commanding tone that had followed me since childhood, giving me clear instructions on how to proceed.

“Track down the men who took her,” he said, his hand tightening around the stem of his wine glass. “Follow their trail and speak with her father. You two need to ...