Cassian POV

I stayed in the office longer than necessary, lingering beneath the weight of everything pressing down on me. Eventually, the door opened.

Tavian stepped in first, Maelor at his shoulder, and with them a young woman striking blonde hair, soft brown eyes. Her jawline caught my attention immediately. That graceful, unmistakable curve the mark of Moonchild blood.

There was no mistaking it. She and Dravina shared a lineage.

She was beautiful, but not in the loud, deliberate way that ...