Cassian was burning out.
Every breath he took felt like the air was laced with flames, scorching his lungs. The curse marks crawling across his body—fortunately still hidden beneath his uniform—flickered erratically, like live wires sparking through his veins.
He felt like his skin was being chewed by thousands of invisible ants.
If he didn't end this match soon he would lose. But he wouldn't lose to Jade—he'd lose to the damn curse Soreia had cast on him.
'I should've ignored Father and led an army to wipe that damn family off the map the moment I sensed what she did,' he thought bitterly. 'Consequences be damned. Now they'll be on guard... harder to pin down.'
Cassian clicked his tongue in annoyance.
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Jade, meanwhile, had wasted no time.
