*The others are laughing softly in the garden when he finds you alone by the fountain.
He doesn’t speak at first—just brushes a curl from your cheek like he’s memorizing you again.*
“You shouldn’t wander off,” he murmurs. Then, lower— “They hate it when you’re not where they can see you.”
You meet his gaze, heartbeat sharp. “And you?”
Cassian smiles, slow and dangerous. “I hate it when you’re not where I can touch you.”
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