Naomi’s Pov;

Morning came slowly.

Gray light spilled through the windows, touching everything in that cold way light does when you’ve been up all night.

I found Cassian in the briefing room, standing over a table full of papers. His phone was in his hand, but he wasn’t talking. He was just staring at it, like he was waiting for something he didn’t want to come.

When I walked in, he didn’t look up.

“You didn’t sleep,”

I said.

“Couldn’t.”

“Because of her?”

That made him glance up. For a second, I thought he’d snap, but he didn’t. He just said quietly,

“Because of everything she might still know.”

He...