Analisa lay completely still now, breathing slow and even—finally knocked out cold after burning through her anger far longer than her body could handle. For all her power, she didn't have the stamina of a Circle Warrior, and he'd gotten a little too carried away. The peaceful look on her face only made that contrast sharper.
Moonlight spilled across her skin as Cassian's hand lazily cupped the curve of her hip, fingers idly sinking into soft flesh. Even in her sleep she gave a faint, sensitive sound, her body still reacting on instinct. He let his hand wander without thinking, more to keep himself anchored while his mind spun.
'Should I just ask her?' He watched her chest rise and fall. If anyone knew something about the cult's spy inside the Karmen earldom, it would be her. And he didn't have much time left—he had to be back there in a few days before Naset and the others started assuming he'd died somewhere stupid.
