As Cassian and roughly fifty others gathered outside the cult camp, Brigid stood at the center beside him. They were still waiting for a few more—the slaves Cassian had won, plus the people Brigid had convinced to join her for… whatever this mysterious assignment was.
Cassian glanced over at her. "Did you say goodbye to your grandma?"
Brigid nodded, eyes scanning the crowd as people chatted among themselves about the mission—still a big secret, even now. "Surprised you didn't come along," she said.
"Well, things have been a little weird since the day I fucked her in that praying room," Cassian admitted, then leaned slightly closer as he listened to bits of conversation drifting through the crowd. His curiosity was clearly growing. "You could at least tell me now where we're going, right? Or what we're supposed to be doing?"
Brigid shot him an annoyed look, but after a moment of thought she nodded, guided her horse toward the center of the gathered group, and raised her voice.
