Cassian
The first explosion shook dust from the ceiling of Cassian’s holding room, and he knew immediately what was happening. His father’s final protocol—destroy everything rather than risk losing control.
The compulsion that had held his mind captive for months was gone, shattered by whatever power Ravyn had accessed through that pendant. For the first time since his capture, his thoughts were completely his own. And those thoughts were focused on one desperate goal: saving the prisoners before his father buried them alive.
Cassian ripped the electronic lock from his door, vampire strength making quick work of the mechanism. The corridor beyond was chaos—alarms blaring, guards running toward emergency stations, the systematic rumble of explosions working their way through the facility
