Chapter 61

A small, pea-sized metal buttel covered in blood lay discarded on the ground. Just a few feet away, a blood-streaked knife lay abandoned, the scene resembling something out of a serial killer movie, but it wasn’t.

Cassian’s arm was wrapped tightly around his wife, holding her against him, while Calla rested her head on his shoulder. Their chests rose and fell rapidly, their breaths uneven, ragged,