Eleven days.

That was how long I had before the suppressant compound needed to change, before another cycle began and I had to decide what came next.

The academy was quiet that night. Lyra was herself again, Cain's override had been dissolved, and Ronan had evidence that could strengthen the informal council review. We finally had something to work with.

But none of it answered the question keeping me awake.

What was I going to do about Cassian?

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, ...