"Fuck… fuck…" Cassian muttered under his breath, pacing along the branch like a caged animal. His jaw clenched, thoughts spiraling.
His friend—a man he'd fought beside, shared meals with, laughed with—was a cult spy.Hypnotizing soldiers for information… information that could have gotten their own allies killed.
The right choice was obvious: report Robert to the higher-ups.But how did he turn in someone he once trusted?Did that loyalty even matter anymore—if Robert clearly hadn't cared about it himself?
But confronting him now risked everything, and Cassian had just confirmed only one spy's identity.He couldn't blow his cover now, if he has chance a to uproot many others.
So he slipped away as soon as the two girls were finished extracting supply routes from the dazed soldiers.They didn't kill them—just rewrote their memories—which was the only small thing keeping Cassian from exploding.
