Chapter 100

The wind screamed across the deck, a feral howl that matched the storm raging in Cassian Vargo’s chest. Rain lashed his face, mixing with the blood trickling from his torn back, but he didn’t feel it. His world had narrowed to one point—Calla, on her knees before him, her tear-streaked face a blade twisting in his gut. Her hands clawed at Vance’s iron grip, her body jerking as she fought to break