Malrik POV

“Very well, Malrik.”

Dravina’s tone carried no tremor, only calm resolve. “But if he dares set foot here with an army, I’ll face him myself.”

The fork in my hand bent slightly beneath the sudden force of my grip.

“He either frees me, or he kills me.”

And she meant it.

The truth blazed in her eyes that same steady, unbreakable determination that had both unsettled and fascinated me since the day our paths crossed.

But I knew Cassian. I knew the shadows that ...