Peniel
I stand in Cassian’s quarters, his gaze steady and searching as he watches me. My heart pounds with the knowledge of all I’ve done—the secrets I hold, the dangers creeping closer—and I wonder if he’d still look at me like this if he knew.
“Are you gonna give me up for your father’s throne?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
His hand grips mine firmly, pulling me closer. “No,” he says, cutting me off before I can say more. “Of course not, love.” His eyes are fierce, his tone unyielding. “I would never trade you for the throne.”
A warmth spreads in my chest at his words, but it doesn’t drown out the chill creeping up my spine. He’s loyal, but he doesn’t know the full truth. Does he even suspect? His father, and the entire pack, wants the one responsible for this chaos—the on
