Cassian’s POV
Sleep finally claimed me, but it wasn't relieving. It was a trap.
In the dream, the estate was silent. The air smelled of rain and something sweet, Aria’s scent.
She was standing by the window, her back to me, the moonlight catching the silver threads and beads adorned in her hair. I moved toward her, my heart hammering against my ribs with a desperate, aching crave. I reached out, my fingers grazing the soft skin of her waist, pulling her against my chest.
My lips caressed her shoulders, her hair brushing against my face. I needed her. I needed the heat of her to drown out the cold void that had been hollowed out inside me.
She turned in my arms, but as she leaned in to kiss me, the scent changed. A scent of vanilla came through, stripping away Aria's. The face
