Cassian’s POV

It was close to dawn when Mara found me.

The city outside the windows was still burning in places, thin trails of smoke curling against the pale light. I hadn’t slept, not since the night before, not since the warehouse. The smell of ash still clung to my clothes, to my hair, to everything I touched.

I was standing at the map again, tracing routes that led nowhere, when Mara burst through the door. Her face was drawn, eyes sharp with urgency.

“You need to see this,”

she said

I turned.

“What now?”

She didn’t answer. Just crossed to the far table where a monitor flickered, a live...