Malrik POV

“You’d better give her back once we get out of here.”

Cassian’s voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent raw, frantic. Even caged like this, he clung to Dravina as if she were the only tether left to him.

I narrowed my eyes. “You mean if we get out of here.”

The room felt like a coffin. Every wall, every window, every door bolted and reinforced until escape seemed laughable. We weren’t walking free; we’d have to wait for the silver to retract and then ...