Chapter 144

Calla POV

The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed my room in a warm, golden haze. I sat on the edge of Cassian's bed in the Vargo mansion, reading the final lines of the Cinderella story to my little girl. Prim’s eyelids had fluttered closed halfway through, her tiny chest rising and falling. I closed the book and pulled the soft quilt up to her chin, tucking it around her small frame, and leaned