Cassian’s POV

The warehouse echoed with the heavy sound of our ragged breathing, the metallic taste of blood thick in my mouth. My body screamed in protest, my leg barely holding me upright, but I didn’t care anymore. Every nerve, every heartbeat, every drop of blood left in me was focused on one thing, ending this.

Garvin swung again, and I caught his wrist, twisting hard until I heard the pop of bone. He grunted in pain, but I didn’t stop. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, sending ...