Cassian’s POV
Patience is a weapon. People think it’s weakness, but only fools rush in with blades drawn. I’ve always preferred to wait, to plant the seed and watch it split stone.
The pendant reached her. I know it did. Damon’s rage told me as much—the city vibrated with it, like a drumbeat of fury carried through the streets. His men struck harder in the alleys, his businesses bled faster. He was tightening the leash on his empire because he felt me breathing down his neck.
Good.
Because that means he knows this isn’t just about power. This is about her.
Katrina.
I’ve seen the fire in her eyes, the trembling defiance she doesn’t know how to smother. She is not meant for cages, yet Damon parades her like a prized animal. But I see further than he does. He thinks her body is his poss
