Cassian POV
Border reports. Petitions from three different packs requesting an audience. A missive from the eastern territory. About increased rogue activity along the boundary lines. All of it demanded my attention, and none of it was getting any.
I stared at the same paragraph for the fourth time. The words blurring into meaningless shapes, my mind stubbornly elsewhere.
'Seraphina'
I hadn't meant to think of her name. It simply arrived, uninvited, the way it had arrived a dozen times already that morning. The same thing happened during my council briefing. Also, while reviewing the treasury reports. And now here. While I am drowning out the careful diplomatic language of a petition I was supposed to be responding to.
You could just say it. Ezra said. his voice low and needling at t
