Amara's POV

The air outside the minister’s office felt heavy and stale, pressing against my lungs as I stepped out of the building. My thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. Cassian. Minister Richard. The strange glint in the man’s eyes when I mentioned Cassian’s name. Everything about the conversation felt wrong, twisted, and I couldn’t shake the cold dread settling in my stomach. I wrapped my arms around myself and took a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking hands as I moved toward ...