Cassian’s POV

The tension in Senator Marchand’s surveillance room still clung to me like smoke as I stepped out into the night air. The moment I was alone, away from Marchand’s men and their suspicious stares, I pulled out my phone and dialed Richard. My jaw clenched as I waited, the anger simmering too hot for me to conceal.

He picked up on the second ring, his tone far too casual. “Cassian. I take it things went smoothly?”

I almost laughed. Smoothly? “You did a sloppy job,” ...