The Imperfect Luna
“Yes, they need to speak to Cassian,“ I confirm, stepping back into the room. Isaiah rises from his seat, his long strides eating up the distance between us. “Is he here?“ he asks, his voice low and urgent.
“No, he will be back in the morning,“ I say, answering Isaiah’s question. “But while we wait, Ariel here will help you get settled in. Perhaps freshen up and eat,“ I suggest, trying to offer some comfort and hospitality despite Cassian’s absence.
“Sasha. We don’t have time,“ Isaiah says, his voice low and urgent. “I know Isaiah. But I can’t rush him,“ I whisper back, my eyes flicking to Ariel before returning to him. Isaiah’s gaze drifts to Ariel, his eyes darkening, nostrils flaring, and
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