Cassian's pov

I forced myself to stop pacing. My boots had already carved a path into the rug, my restless energy filling every inch of the library until even the shadows seemed uneasy.

I wanted to hit or throw something so bad.

Fuck, this isn't what I needed to add to the burden of the crown.

I lowered myself into the chair across from Verity, my eyes fixed on her pale, unconscious form. She hadn’t stirred once since collapsing, her chest rising and falling in that soft rhythm that ...