"Mina." Elias breathed, stumbling back so quickly he nearly tripped over a pot of ferns.
The door hit the stone wall with a crack.
Mina stood in the threshold.
She didn't answer him. She didn't even acknowledge the Prince's gold-vein that was out again.
She walked forward, her boots clicking loudly on the glass-tiled floor, and stepped directly between them. She gave Cassian a look so utterly devoid of the usual commoner's respect, that even the Prince seemed to recoil.
Then, she grabbed Elias by the arm.
Mina's voice was steady — too steady.
"We're leaving."
She reached back and grabbed Elias by the arm.
Her grip was iron.
"Mina, wait—"
"Quiet, Elias."
Cassian took a step forward, his hand lifting instinctively, if to reach for him. "He hasn't finished—"
Mina turned her head just enough bare her teeth. "He's finished. He's done for the day. Unless you want me to start shouting for people to come and see exactly how 'stable' you are right now."
It was a suicide threat.
