Amara POV

I didn’t know what I expected Cassian to say after naming Isobel, but “I need to confirm first before I do anything” wasn’t it.

I turned to him, eyes narrowing. “You’re not going to confront her?”

He leaned back against the headboard, his skin pale beneath the fever’s flush. “Amara, I can't afford to accuse someone publicly without proof. Especially her. Not now. The campaign.”

My laugh came sharp, bitter. “Of course. The campaign.”

“I’m not ...