Cassian didn’t speak for a long time after Anaïs told him what Reid had said. He just stood there in the dark hallway of the safehouse, his arms folded across his chest, jaw tight. The only sound was the low hum of the fridge in the next room and Anaïs’s breathing.
He finally looked up. “He said he watched her die?”
Anaïs nodded. “He said it so casually, like he’s been sitting on that memory for years.”
Cassian’s voice came low, quiet. “That’s because he has. He’s not just some loyal foot soldier. Reid was in deep, long before we ever realized. If he watched Dahlia die… he knows what happened to Julien too.”
Anaïs looked away. It was still hard to say Dahlia’s name. “You think he was behind Julien’s disappearance?”
“I think he knows exactly what happened that night in Boston,” Cassian
