Cassian’s POV
Jareth’s tears spilled freely, his face twisted into a mask of despair. He knew deep down that he was in immeasurable trouble with me. He had broken our agreement, shattered what little trust I had ever granted him, and worst of all, he had placed a target squarely on Dravina’s back.
If she hadn’t run away, none of this would have unraveled. I wouldn’t have been forced to arrest Arixen. I wouldn’t have uncovered the depth of their treachery. But here we were.
These two were rotten to the core, loyal to nothing and no one but their own greed. Dravina was no longer theirs she had never been. They sold her to me years ago, and now they had tried to sell her again.
Failures? No. They were worse. Scum. Liars. Betrayers. There was no redemption for what they had done.
My gaze
