Chapter 92

Cassandra stood in the open courtyard of the Starhaven corporate compound, the biting northern wind cutting through the air, her blazer fluttering around her like a flag of defiance. She tied her hair back tightly, the cold only sharpening her focus. The atmosphere was thick with tension, but she wasn’t about to let that stop her. She planted her metaphorical flag in the ground the Rose Spear and steadied herself. Her posture was sharp, every inch of her body radiating control and readiness. She tilted her chin slightly, locking eyes with Michael.