Cassian's POV

The torchlight behind her turned Verity into a silhouette—all sharp edges and darkness, more shadow than woman. But I could still see her eyes. Those damned violet eyes that had haunted me from the moment she'd first looked at me with fear and defiance tangled together.

My hands gripped the bars so tightly I felt the metal bite into my palms. The dark magic woven through the iron burned, but I welcomed it. Physical pain was easier to process than the storm raging in my ...