Cassian POV

Arixen flinched as my fist slammed down onto the desk, the sound splitting the air like a gunshot. His face, already mottled with bruises, lost what little color it had left. Pathetic.

His fear didn’t pacify the inferno burning inside me. If anything, it made it worse.

My wolf paced beneath the surface, snarling and scratching at the walls of my restraint, demanding release. Every moment without Dravina was a fresh wound, another jagged gash across my sanity.

“Where is my ...