Cassian POV

For a long moment, I stared down at the delicate piece of jewelry resting in my palm, its significance crashing into me with the force of a tidal wave. It was hers.

There was no mistaking it.

A surge of emotion rose in my chest relief, disbelief, and a fierce determination. She had been here.

She was still out there.

This wasn’t just a clue. It was hope in tangible form.

“She stopped to rest,” I murmured, the words barely more than breath as the meaning began to take ...