Eden Grace

"Eden..."

Cassian's voice was hoarse. Slowly he reached out his hand, instinctively reaching out.

Eden flinched. Before his fingertips could brush my arm, she took a step back.

His hand froze, hanging helplessly in the cold air between them. For a fleeting second, something shattered in his eyes, his jaw tightening.

"Why...?" Eden asked quietly.​ "Why did you do that? Freya is facing thirty lashes of silver? You didn't have to go that far—”

“Then what should I have done? Let her go easily?” Cassian interrupted, closing the distance between them, his massive frame crowding her until her back pressed flat against the wall.

“She framed you. She...