Cassian's POV

The dungeons of the Darklands were everything I'd heard they would be and worse.

Cold stone that seemed to leech the warmth from your bones. Walls that wept with moisture and the dark smell of old blood and older magic. The air itself felt thick, oppressive, like breathing through wet cloth.

And the darkness was just as alive in here than anywhere else.

It moved in the corners, crept along the floors, whispered things I couldn't quite hear but felt in my bones. This wasn't just ...