Cassian's pov

The seal cracked beneath my thumb with a soft snap, the faint scent of old wax and something fouler curling into the air. I unfolded the thick, yellowed paper, my eyes scanning the messy, black texts.

It was signed by someone calling themselves Veyran the Hollow—a name I had never heard, yet I committed it regardless because it seemed my enemy now had a name.

The letter was brief, but every word was designed to sink its claws into the reader.

“To the King of Shadow ...