The picture was not good.

If Cain had been suspicious before, he now had something concrete to work with. He might not know exactly what the bond meant, but he knew there was something unusual between Cassian and me. That alone was dangerous.

"We need to talk," Cassian said, sitting across from me on the bed.

"We're talking."

"I mean really talk." He leaned forward, his grey eyes sharp. "What does he know? What doesn't he know? What does the bond information give him that he didn't have ...