Cassian's POV
“What’s the plan?” I ask.
Even asking is a challenge. Because, of course, if I had it my way, the plan would be attack. It would be just that simple.
But the more time I spend with Milo and Wilder, the more I understand that just charging into situations isn’t always the best way to handle them.
We’re huddled in a grove of trees, though, and I can f*****g see Lyra from here. It would be so easy to run in and grab her.
As if he can hear what I’m thinking—sometimes I wonder if he can hear what I’m thinking—Wilder grabs my shoulder.
“Don’t,” he says.
“I’m not. I wasn’t going to.”
“I know we can only see one guard, but it would be stupid to assume they don’t have any other security. I’m sure there are others just out of sight.”
I sigh.
“I know that. We’ve had this conv
