Cassian's pov

I slammed the door of my chambers hard enough that the walls rattled. My chest heaved, my breath coming out fast and uneven, but it wasn’t exhaustion. It was rage—boiling, searing, unrelenting rage.

Caleb’s words echoed in my head like a curse. “Don’t forget what you did to my mate. All is fair in love and war, brother.”

The audacity. The sheer gall. My own blood, my brother, standing there and challenging me for her. For Verity.

I paced the length of my ...