The silence loomed thick and heavy as Syzar spoke, voice low and edged with gravel. “Dregan’s journals… it’s gone,” he muttered.
Cassian stiffened, his gaze snapping to his brother, who sank slowly into a chair. He flicked a sidelong glance at Nyssa; she looked uncomfortable, shoulders hunched, fingers twisting nervously in her lap—particularly jittery under the scrutiny.
Since witnessing her cruelty toward Celeste, Cassian had begun seeing Nyssa in a colder, sharper light. She was being careful now, too careful.
What game was she playing? He leaned back, curiosity curling like smoke in his chest, content to watch the scene unfold.
“We need to put the palace on lockdown and find it,” Nyssa cut in, voice tight. “Who knows if it’s Derek’s spy—or someone Orion-blooded who’s had access to
