Verity's POV

The seamstresses circled me like vultures. Their hands pulled and pinned and adjusted the fabric while I stood on a small platform in the center of Cassian's chambers. The gown they were fitting me for was all white silk and silver embroidery. It looked like something a bride would wear.

Or a sacrifice.

The thought made my stomach turn and I had to force myself to stand still. One of the seamstresses knelt at my feet to hem the bottom and her pins pricked my ankles through the ...