Cassian's pov

I stormed into my office, the door slamming behind me hard enough to rattle the shelves. My hands were shaking, my chest tight, and the image of Verity’s face—the way she had looked up at me, confused, soft, trusting—wouldn’t leave my mind.

Gods, I had wanted to touch her. No, not just touch. I had wanted to pull her closer, press my lips against hers, bury myself in the warmth of her body. The desire had been so strong, almost unbearable.

And then Vanessa.

Her ...