CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA
the full shape of it landed on me slowly, heavy and cold.
“She’s going to send them to everyone,” I said.
“She already has.” He slid the phone into his pocket. “Cassian’s been fielding calls for the last twenty minutes.”
I pressed my hand flat against the wall beside me, needing something solid to lean against, my mind running fast through everything Liana had said and done, the sweet voice, the perfect timing, the smile in the bathroom that had felt wrong even as I’d shaken her hand, all of it rearranging itself into something that had been calculated long before I walked into that summit.