Chapter 313

CASSIAN'S POV

The small room smelled of old damp wood, stale tobacco smoke, and cheap, warm whiskey.

I sat at the edge of a dirty, sagging mattress in the far corner of Vaughn's hideout, staring down at my shaking hands.

My fingers were filthy, my nails were cracked and broken, and my skin was pale from days of hiding in dark, windowless rooms like a hunted animal.

A few months ago, I lived in a b