Cassian’s POV

The gun felt heavy in my hands,

heavier than it ever had before. My finger hovered over the trigger, every muscle in my body screaming to end it, to put a bullet right through Garvin’s smirking face. But as I looked at Amara, tied, terrified, shaking I realized something.

If I killed him like this… if I made it easy… he’d die thinking he’d broken me.

And I refused to give him that satisfaction.

I took a deep breath, then slowly lowered the gun. The sound of it ...