Cassian's POV
My skin was still smoldering.
The scent of singed fabric and burnt flesh clung to the interior of the carriage, but I barely felt the sting of the blisters bubbling across my chest and arms. Every time Roxanne trembled against me, the physical pain was drowned out by a cold, suffocating rage that made me want to turn back and finish what the Emperor had started.
To do inhumane things to those bastards.
To make them suffer the way they had made her suffer in just a day.
I tightened my hold on her, careful not to jostle her as I settled her onto the plush velvet seat. She looked so small. So fragile. This wasn't the fiery "vision" I had seen at the palace, the woman who had looked at me with blue eyes filled with defiance. This was a girl who had been broken by a night of terror.
And it physically stung.
