Cassian’s mind is already moving. “We need to compile everything,” he says. “All anomalies since mission start. Dock Seven, the corridor pulse, the med bay spike—”
Kaien’s eyes cut to him. “That spike is not to be discussed in front of staff.”
Cassian’s expression goes razor-sharp. “It’s not a scandal, Commander. It’s data.”
“It’s both,” Kaien replies.
I can’t help it. I snort. “He’s right, Cass. It’s scandalous data.”
Cassian throws me a look that could peel paint. “You’re not helping.”
“I’m coping,” I say.
Eryndor moves closer, standing beside the holo wall. He doesn’t touch the display, but the shadows in the room shift like his resonance is already interfacing with the light.
“Underveil isn’t just a location,” he says quietly. “It’s a wound.”
I go still.
Kaien’s gaze flicks t
