Cassian’s POV
"Really, Noah?" I said, my voice dropping into a dangerous, disbelief-laden register.
I let go of Elena, though she stayed pressed against my side, her fingers digging into my arm like claws. I didn't care about the bourbon in my system anymore, the fog had cleared, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. I looked at my twin, my other half, the "honorable" one and it felt like I was looking at a stranger.
"A kiss?" I prompted, stepping away from Elena toward him. "While I was out there trying to hold the perimeter, while the Council was sharpening their blades for her neck... you were busy making a move?"
Noah’s face remained a mask of granite, but I saw the flicker in his eyes. He didn't deny it. He didn't even flinch. That was always his way, stony silence until he deci
