Cassian's pov

The seal was the same—black wax stamped with that twisted mark of Veyran the Hollow—but this time the message felt… wrong.

He’d written only a few lines.

"While you pace the borders like a caged wolf, I walk your halls like I own them. I am closer to her than you will ever be, King. The clock is ticking."

My fingers clenched so hard the letter crumpled in my hand. My eyes snapped toward the direction of the castle, miles away in the heart of the kingdom.

While ...