Cassian’s POV

The gunfire faded into echoes as I moved deeper into the mansion, the sound of my boots heavy against the polished marble floors. Smoke still clung to the air, sharp, acrid, and hot but I barely felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed for one thing: find Amara.

Paul’s voice crackled weakly through the earpiece. “Cassian, I’m losing connection. Half the systems are fried, but I’m tracking movement toward the west wing. That’s where Garvin’s heading.”

“Then ...