Cassian’s POV

I couldn’t breathe. Every second that passed without word from Amara was another knife twisting in my chest. The world around me had become a blur of noise and movement, flashing lights, murmured voices, the hollow sound of my own footsteps pounding against concrete floors. I’d gone from the police station to every place she might have gone, but every lead was empty, every road cold.

When I’d finally filed the missing person’s report, the officer’s calm voice grated ...