POV: Alessia De Luca
The dead man’s finger was still pointing at me. For several long seconds, nobody moved.
Blood continued to drip from the prisoner’s body, spreading across the concrete floor beneath the chair. The silver restraints held him upright even in death, turning him into something grotesque, a corpse that refused to stay still in my memory because he had been dead.
I had watched Cassian kill him yet somehow he had spoken.Twice.
Lunar blood.
The words echoed through my mind like a curse. I stared at the body, then at Cassian.
“What the hell was that?”
My voice sounded thin in the cold underground chamber.
Cassian didn’t answer, his attention remained fixed on the prisoner, his expression unreadable to anyone who didn’t know him but I knew him well enough now to recogniz
