I shoved my bag down so hard it knocked the chair beside my desk sideways.

Cassian looked up from his book. Took one look at my face.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Nothing." I picked the chair up. Set it back. "I'm fine."

"You knocked over furniture."

"It was in my way."

"Val."

"I said I'm fine."

He closed the book. Slowly. Set it down on the desk with the particular patience of someone who had already decided they were going to win this conversation and wasn't in a rush about it.

"Your ...