"What is she doing here?" He nodded at Nymera.
"She..."
"Elara is not recovered or out of danger," Nymera interrupted. "She needs to stay longer with us. Since you refuse to grant her that, I’ll go with you."
"Why do you care what happens to her?"
"Her recovery is important to our reputation. We don’t want our clients ending up dead and unable to spread the word about our skills."
"You’re a Blood Wraith, not a witch."
"I know enough to handle the rest of her care myself. Nyxara trusts me."
Cassian continued his fine, persistent scrutiny. His eyes narrowed, giving him a feline look, while Nymera didn’t let his stare diminish her. She lifted her chin proudly until Cassian clicked his tongue and lost interest.
"Fine," he said. "Elara, come. You’re riding with me. Antony, take the scre
