We went at two in the morning.

Me, and Cassian. While Ronan ran perimeter from outside. Cain's office was locked with a standard ward—one that I, having studied Soren's book on warding and spent three weeks practicing in my limited free time, could dissolve quietly enough to pass unnoticed.

I did it in record time.

The ward shimmered once beneath my fingers before fading into the stone.

I held my breath.

Nothing happened.

No alarm.

No footsteps.

I looked at Cassian.

He nodded.

I ...