I threw the note at his chest the moment we got back to our room.

He caught it. Looked at me.

"We have to do something," I said. "That's Lyra's blood on that paper. She knew something about Cain and now she's gone and Soren is standing at a podium calling it a voluntary withdrawal and nobody is doing anything—"

"We can't go to Soren," Cassian said.

"I know we can't go to Soren—"

"Then lower your voice." He set the note on the desk carefully, like it was something that could break. ...