Dorian‘s pov.

"Fuck," I cursed aloud, slamming my fist against the desk, the sound echoing through the study like a gunshot. "This is all on me now? Seriously? After everything I’ve done to hold this together?"

Cassian leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "Maybe she’s not fully recovered, Dorian. She lost a part of her soul. None of us know how we’d react to that. Maybe you’re being too hard on her."

I scoffed, rubbing the tension in my temples. "Cassian, ...