Marriage or Murder

POV: Cassian

A splitting pain tears through my skull like a rusted nail driven straight into the bone. I force my heavy eyelids open. Blurry shapes spin in the dim light of the bedroom. My mouth tastes like copper and ash. I grit my teeth, trying to anchor myself to reality. My muscles tremble, protesting the slightest movement. The metallic smell of my own dried blood clings to my skin. Flashes