Chapter 88

• Cassian’s POV
• The pups had been traveling all day on the river boat; I could feel their exhaustion even from here. By now, they were probably curled up, deep in sleep. I looked down at Dallas, her body finally still after hours of struggle, and felt the familiar pull in my chest—the protective urge that no fire or fury could ever weaken.
• “Rest, Dallas,” I murmured softly, my voice low but commanding. “Evie will start you on two anti-inflammation infusions while I search for compatible skin. You need to heal fully, or the graft won’t take. As for the little ones… don’t worry. When you wake, they’ll be here, in front of you.”