Cassian’s POV
She curls into me, her soft hair spilling across my arm, her head pillowed on my shoulder, and I trail my fingers slowly from the inside of her wrist to the inside of her elbow and back.
It’s the kind of night that could lead to s*x again—we’re both still naked, and it’s not like we have anything else going on—but I have the feeling it isn’t going to. That last round was really satisfying, and for right now, it feels so good just to hold her that I don’t have any particular need to take things anywhere else.
“Cassian?” she says.
“Hmm?”
“Did you hear me and Wilder talking out in the hall before?”
I close my eyes. “I don’t want to think about Moon Casters right now, babe.”
“You have to,” she says. “We’re in the middle of their territory.”
“Can’t we just forget about the
