I stayed where I was, decided this wasn’t the best time to share the news.
Even staying afar, I can feel that the tension in the room was suffocating. Cassandra stood tall, her usually composed demeanor cracking under the weight of her frustration. “Idris, you haven’t taken me along on missions for weeks now,” she said, her voice tight but controlled. “Instead, you have her”—she gestured sharply in my direction—“by your side all the time.”
Ok, this just got even more awkward. When did she find out my presence?
I stiffened. Her words weren’t new, but this time, they felt like they cut deeper.
“She’s not like me,” Cassandra continued, her tone resolute. “She can’t fight. She can’t uncover our enemies’ secrets. She can’t even protect herself.”
I immediately felt waves of anger and frust
