Lena's POV
Damien did not leave entirely. He moved to the far corner of the room, near the window, close enough to hear everything and far enough to make clear that this conversation belonged to me rather than to him. I understood the gesture for what it was, the same careful, deliberate trust he had been extending to me since the council room in Crestfall, and I did not waste it.
"Sit," I said to Cassian.
She sat. Her hands, folded in her lap, were not as steady as I remembered them being.
"I want to know exactly what you gave them," I said. "Not the general shape of it. The specific pieces. Every letter, every piece of intelligence, every conversation you reported back."
She was quiet for a moment, and I watched her decide, in real time, whether to give me the careful, curated versi
