Cassian's POV

I didn't want him here but I needed him and that made everything worse.

The archives were cold and dusty and the only light came from the torches we carried. Caleb walked three steps behind me and we hadn't spoken since entering the lower levels of the castle. His face was still bruised from our fight and I could see him favoring his left side where I'd broken his ribs.

Good. He deserved worse.

The royal scribe led us deeper into the maze of shelves and scrolls. Brother ...