Cassian’s POV

My fists were numb, blood slicking my knuckles as I shoved through the chaos. The sound of breaking glass and shouts echoed around me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Every step, every hit, every flash of pain was drowned out by the single thought hammering through my mind. Amara.

Someone grabbed me from behind, trying to drag me down, but I drove my elbow hard into his ribs and threw him aside. The bar was a mess now—bodies on the floor, tables overturned, the ...