CASSIAN

I think I’m in love with Zion.

There. Said it.

Not out loud, of course. The last thing I needed was Tristan choking on his morning coffee and Adrian quietly judging me like I’d just announced I wanted to marry a goat.

The three of us had been out since dawn, per Father’s oh-so-gracious request. “Help with the recent rogue attacks,” he said to the Headmaster. Which, apparently, translated to “Go chase shadows in the freezing woods while I sit in my ...