"Don't ever show your face to me again, you bastard!" Brigid shouted after him, fury cracking through her voice. Cassian had taken full advantage of the slave magic still binding her—and he'd promised to remove it once he was safely away from the cult.Well, this was "away."And he'd done nothing.Her outrage simmered hot enough to burn.
But when her gaze drifted to the severed arm laid out on her table—still looking disturbingly healthy even an hour after being cut—her expression softened. Just a fraction.
That limb was a treasure. A rare material worthy of a masterpiece—something that would rival the creations of her master's master.
And Cassian, clueless as ever, was probably riding out thinking about traitors in Karmen's army, having no idea what she intended to forge from the flesh he'd so casually given her.
