Cassian POV

We spent the better part of the hour dissecting logistics mapping out assignments, double-checking each moving piece so the surveillance would unfold with precision. When the plan was finally locked in, Merritt and Oren excused themselves, leaving only Maelor behind.

He didn’t speak right away. Just stood there, watching me sink back into my chair, letting the silence stretch heavy between us. Then, at last, he asked not as my Beta, but as my friend:

“How are you holding up, ...