Cassian called it an easy death, yet Cixi knew that wherever Cassian was involved, death could never be simple. It was bound to be brutal, messy, and terrifying for anyone foolish enough to cross his path.
"Why are you so hell-bent on saving those three?" Cassian leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he searched her expression for anything more. "I haven't 'interrogated' them yet, but let me tell you, I am itching to make them sing, to wring out every last drop of misery they have caused. And I would do it without a second thought. I already know with certainty that they deserve the worst."
