Cassian’s POV

“I swear it’s the truth,” Jareth pleaded, his voice unsteady, his eyes wide and begging for mercy. I turned to Maelor, my face a mask, revealing nothing.

“I’ll give you some time to think it over,” I said flatly, releasing the chain in my hand. It clattered to the floor with a sharp metallic echo, a sound that seemed to mirror the collapse of Jareth’s dwindling confidence.

“In the meantime,” I continued, my voice edged with steel, “you’re going to tell ...